I am ...

I never been,
The word or words,
The master.
Only from time,
To time ...
I allowed, myself to go ...
And find it.
Something from words.
What later,
After small time,
Maybe little bit longer ...
I lay it,
In the rows and columns.
And people will to say ...
Look ...
It's poetry.
But,
I'm so sorry.
That it is ...
Only my mind,
What I ...
Lay in the rows,
And columns.
Because I never been,
The master.
Master,
Of the word or words.
I am ...
Just same as you.