Like writings on the wall, the mind is constantly scribblin
Wanting to tell you all, aristically rhymin and riddlin
Chasing thoughts, racing lines of expression
Seeking naught, not leavin a particular impression
Inspire me, take me to high heights
A fire in me, a spark bringing light to sights
Distantly dreaming, of things seen and unseen
Incredibly seeming, whether mean or serene
A gentle whisper in my ear, a twinkle in my eye
So incredibly sincere, a rare star in my sky
Too precious to elaborate, my little secret not to tell
Few could appreciate, the heaven made out of hell
