the ability to connect and communicate
governors who we are
“no man is an island”
our tears water the ground that grows us
Humility, the tool to uncover the masks
find the true core, hidden in humanity
honesty in the searching, no hidden agendas!
we all bleed red, we all love our kids
why are we dived?
out on the pond of life
one short oar, one long oar
were you going?
trapped in the distorting mirrors of this maze, we call life
miming images, [still shots]
flashes of what the ‘might be’; will look like for me
frozen upside down on the back wall of my eye
waiting for my inspection, to release inspiration
and flood my veins anew, with purposes
