Words in Pockets

I have a word in my pocket, 
Joggling my mind, filling my empty shoes. 
Don’t be too quick to rectify a word, 
The brain teases you along.
I had to use a tacky glue to bring cohesion to my mind,
Indolently lazy, I surf the pages of my dictionary, 
Proofing my new words, giggling when I find obscurity.
Enthralled with words my life passes my reflection 
In an uncanny reflection of my mother.
Some might wish to know whether my dreams are real,
But I just dance the moments I have, 
Swayed by laughter and good friends.

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