Is there always one verse
  you still have yet to write

And if not—what’s the point
  of it all

Are you the repository of
  all you have felt

Or the dealer and merchant
  of lies

Are your thoughts tattooed onto
  your immortal soul

With your feelings exposed
  or held back

Are the words disconnected
  from the ink in your veins

Do you live within
  all that you’ve said

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)