A dictionary in a bag of bricks.
I watch it sink down the swamp.
Words only mean what we do with them after,
So I never feast until I know there's dessert coming.
I am the stone before the statue.
A block of possibility.
Waiting for guidance like a wiseman,
From anyone that can convince me we're not all mad for trying.
I am the stone before the statue.
Waiting to be carved.
Waiting to be told who I am.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
A dictionary in a bag of bricks.
I watch it sink down the swamp.
Words only mean what we do with them after,
So I never feast until I know there's dessert coming.
I am the stone before the statue.
A block of possibility.
Waiting for guidance like a wiseman,
From anyone that can convince me we're not all mad for trying.
I am the stone before the statue.
Waiting to be carved.
Waiting to be told who I am.