I’ve turned left so many times, It has to eventually go as planned, right?

I’ve been working to bridge the relationship between my imagination and the eyes.

Removing words from my vocabulary. Ones like can’t, wouldn’t, and nope.

When they can’t see the dream I’m told it’s scope.

I want someone to give the world and share a space.

Dating me is like being given the combination to a safe.

Are you the type to hang your head or chase the rebound after a block?

I realized the game was rigged and stole the clock.