a vestige of thought...

This is from middle school some time. I don't remember writing it, but it fits with the theme of a lot of things I wrote around then. I don't think the line breaks were intentional, but I have left them as they were.

What are words?

Words are a step-stool.
They help me stretch
higher, but not quite
high enough to reach
the cookie jar.

What are words?

Words are jars of paint
That you have to
mix to get the color
you want, but that
color is never quite
what you imagine.

What are words?

Words are rose
petals. Put together
the right way,
they make beautiful
flowers, but flowers
always wilt. None
stay in bloom forever.

What are words?