Someone said that we all bleed red.

But I know better.

I know the difference between those born with a lot and those who are not.

If I could catch
And ride the night
What shadows would I leave
Upon an unsuspecting world
Of hungry heart's and thief's

If I were but a silhouette
Of envy hate and greed
I'd cast myself upon the rich
And let my darkness breathe

If I were but a devil
Burning in disguise
I would catch and pull the wool
Over every weary eye

But I am but a Poet
And I wish the world the best
Creatively curious
Giving every thought a test
.....

if only you could make me feel
the way my fingers
make me feel.