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 voïce