I can honestly say, I don't know where I would be, had I never discovered poetry
One thing is for sure, I wouldn't be me Which got me to think who else I could be... If I were given other ways to express creatively
Maybe a dancer... A constant beat already flows though my head. On the inside I Pop & Lock away, Yet when presented to the outside, it comes off so clumsily instead
And with such lack of coordination, I'll never get the chance To deliver true emotion in the form of any dance
And what if I could sing in tune, I could express this all through song. I've got rhythm in my heart, now if only my voice would play along
If I didn't lack the melody needed, I'd be on the radio with an album almost completed
Or maybe on world tour, letting it all out on stage. The silence of my poetry could finally be released from it's cage
But again I just can't carry a note, so just like my dancing, there ain't much to promote
Don't get me wrong though, I'm okay either way. I got poetry to relay anything I want to say And this form of expression will last until my dying day