This morning I was motivated
A little
To write down
A little
Because I only felt like retyping
A little
Get to the point
Whittle
So you see how
Sharp I can get
Maybe somewhere
Take on the appearance
Of the child in the middle
Malcolm
Rays
From a machine
Won’t be able to see through the plot
So untangle with me
Slowly
Like a knot
Not
Too complicated
But I’m brainstorming
Ink drops
Out of a quill
So it’s
Not
Organised
Jott-
Ing
Words
Down on the page
How old are you
My age
Twenty something
So I’m still overconfident
Aspiring to big dreams
And plenty ‘somethings’
That I convey to you
With my pen
And something…
Paper
Will make me immortal
Or something
One thing
I’ve never had an interest in
Being the guy that runs things
Must’ve been the potential for violence
Or the gun thing
Once made them see weakness
In my kindness
That was a dumb thing
And another
Depending who you are
When I give my word
I don’t give it lightly
For me to break it
You might have to fight me
I was never interested in the throne
I make kings
Knight me
Knowing how the world is
So unlikely
Being so candid
So unlike me
Paradoxically
See the irony
But once I get motivated to write
A little
It’s hard
To whittle
Through the ideas
Without letting you know
Who I am
I don’t know
So I continue to write
Like
You know
Like
I see what you did there
Sure
Right
Sarcasm
Might
Be too much
You love me more
I love me most
Is how I think
The whole world should be
Take it from me
I let very little bother me
I couldn’t say that for a while
Until I remembered how happy
I was in poverty
And since I can’t explain that properly
I don’t want to be the leader
Don’t follow me
Do as I say
Not as I do
Said the man committing
The armed robbery
But walk with me
And I’ll show you
The sun coming up
How bright it could be
The future
The only problem
We might have to work nightly
Sacrifice
Starting to sound like prophecy
Before I get off topic
Subtle
Just a little
Brainstorming
On a road somewhere
And it’s been a long time
Since I left CROSSROADS
And I haven’t reached the destination
So I’m somewhere in the middle
I chose the East in the +
So the first light
Can enter like
The blaze of a thousand dragons
Who am I
Is it okay
To end it with a riddle