call it what you will
i know i can create life
with just this thought
alone

Of course I can carry my own weight
And evidently the weight
Of others wonderful
Sedentary minded people...
...friends and relatives

But despite all the
"Passion"
I can muster up..

I cannot carry
The weight of the world!

I asked for the truth,
and you shapeshifted to sleuth,
crawling on your belly,
you simply misconstrue
an irrefutable, objective verity.

Tried and true, misunderstanding
what is out of your view.

Standing and demanding
but never understanding the variable,
to which not all lives,
will play out
the same way.

A play of colours
Rich in hues
Red, white and a dash of sea blue
Velvety cream, the pastry sweet
Ornate vintage pitcher
Flawlessly flowing spout
Arresting, the fragrance of the rose
Shy elegance in white, the orchids divine
Aesthetics sublime