Shy is the poet
The Singer, the shadow
Ruled by the ego
Yet scared of the show
Safe is the poet
Content in her habit
Steady is the tortoise
So why chase the rabbit?
Magic is music
But stunted by fear
A book full of lyrics
That you’ll never hear
Prose opposes the posey
Pansy within me
Her search for affirmation
Contradict the roots to the tree
Grounded is my musing
The wordy eternal stream
Scattered is the pipeline dream
That’s running out of steam
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