I can read, I can write

I can breathe, proven fact

Bless my greed, crease unfold

Is it me, or my ego

Write some words, make them rhyme

Pieces for, story line

Set the mood, something new

Is it me, or my attitude



If you want, to belong

And you miss, the extremes

The extremes, acted out

Practicing

Perfecting

Pressuring

Unto to me



I will wade, in the fire

To explain, your asylum

Idle times, analyzing

We'll compare, all our sightings, come on



I speak, to hear, my voice