Words Pour Forth

Words, pour forth,
from out my brain.
Describing it,
as a runaway train.

No reason to,
no rhyme to make,
words flow freely,
mine to take.

Put the words,
into a sack,
return to the sender,
no postage back.

Crazy words, echo,
I cannot see,
I don't know,
if they're from me.

Find the day.
Take it back.
Select another,
a different tack.