Photography by Supreme Optics Photography
August 19, 2019
Two ears; to hear themselves read.
Two eyes; at least one viewing words of prize.
One mouth; but never a taste to swallow a doubt.
Nose goes; smelling an inspirational foe.
You won’t need hands; unless you desire to thank a man.
Blessed to have stress; what else would I write through a mess?
How about feet?
Don’t need em’—the internet’s already beneath him.
A gut feeling?
That’s up to your brain; it holds the steering eyes, if it’s insane.
So walk with your vessel; if you can’t, crawl, weak one, I’ll bring it home as best done.
I’m no hack—I’ll likely fail in front of you.
But I was here.
To prevail in past views.
Would that sound like you?