Earth bound, tied to who I am!
No brush to canvas to releases the emotions running deep within,
No vocals to voice the songs that tumble about in my mind.
Thus, humbled and reduced,
I cry out to god knows who.
Give me voice, give me skills allow me to articulate my inner core.
I know it’s not to be.
A short circuit among the synapses, beyond my control [dyslexia ]
Only fleeting the glimpses that reveal my reality,
So many others are gifted,
Envy? You bet!
Mediocracies my best,
Just enough I Q to know what is not.
Talk about rubbing your nose in it !
