My time with this mystical mindset
Forever evading my grasp
The time withers away with the last word
How many more words can I say
To be made ruler of my own destiny.
What way do I form them to compose
Such a beautiful ballet that I’ve imagined
But been kept from
How did these words that I’ve written
Take on a life of there own.
Perhaps the magnitude of what
I believe is happening is exaggerated
Maybe it’s only as powerful as the
Amount of power I give them
The question stands
For what purpose am I made so important
Or am I even