The inner works of me
Grinding gears of bone amidst a ruby sea
Encapsuled within canals of running vein
Running to and from the station of the heart, an endless train

The inner workings of me
A flowing mind composed with pure memories
A simple wanting to be more than par
With dreams that far outnumber stars

The inner workings of me
A planted seed of aspiration reaping fruit from this tree
My limbs reaching towards the dawn
A hopeful poet, writing on