I've been rewired all wrong
some times I wonder what it would be like to fly.
but then I return my thoughts to mother earth where I am cradled in her bosom and hurt by the gravity at the same time. Nature versus nurture was it she or her that shaped me...or did I do this myself, I can't blame the sculpture for the crappy work of the artist, but what if they are one in the same.
I used to be a poet but now just streams of conscious nothing flow through my fingertips. If I had wings I would have no use for poetry.
but then I return my thoughts to mother earth where I am cradled in her bosom and hurt by the gravity at the same time. Nature versus nurture was it she or her that shaped me...or did I do this myself, I can't blame the sculpture for the crappy work of the artist, but what if they are one in the same.
I used to be a poet but now just streams of conscious nothing flow through my fingertips. If I had wings I would have no use for poetry.