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.