Free soul

I’m thinking,
What should I say-
Which thought should I let out?
Which Color should the ink be?
Do I put in verse or poetry?

Should the paper be blank,
Or should it be lined,
Do I write it or type-
With my thoughts refined?

Maybe it’ll just be impromptu,
Like my life and it’s twists,
Or my mind with its wits,
I bet I’ll run out of ink that day,
For these thoughts need a home,
And my body, a free soul.