I am a masculine goddess I am a patriarch with an unborn child I am a black sheep with the wings of a swan I am not graceful, I am not ****** When you find me most amusing, I'll use you as my muse When you play games with me, I'll pretend I don't have a clue I am everything and I'm nothing I know everything and I know nothing I'm never in bloom; but I'm not the thorn you ***** your finger on I grow like weeds, pretty in color, that you feel the need to destroy, But I keep coming back You try to stick me in maze while you harvest the corn But I recognize the seasons of both sowing and reaping I'm a crooked tree with branches reaching out towards the sun I know the end will come, I know all things are one Spirituality turns me on, and I can smell black magic a mile away I know the art of getting by And I know how to feed the fire with words spoken from a pure heart- This is my gun with many bullets and only one chamber This is me- I live and die through each and every moment.... You can always visualize your revisions. But you can't revise your visions.