I want to create stories that move people
Strings of words caught up in a tangle
hands locked with one another as their fingers intertwine and tango
Finding its way back to a line
as their wings sway with the wind and their toes tap to the earth rumble
Listening in to the praises of joy
While staying humble
Shed a few tears when being humbled
Having to hear them mumble
About my creation
But this feeling, this sensation
is what I strive to keep my work alive
And though their knives dive deep
Knowing that their recitations carry on even when I'm asleep
For a writers only wish is for their works to be spoken by voices
Want their verses written on the stars
For people to look beyond their world
finally, connect the dots.
