Photography by Supreme Optics Photography
August 19, 2019
Two ears; to hear themselves read.
Two eyes; at least one viewing the words I prize.
One mouth; but never a taste to swallow my doubt.
Nose goes; smelling inspiration of a foe.
You won’t need hands; unless you desire to thank this man.
Blessed to have stress; how else would I write through this mess?
What 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.
Does this sound like you?