My desire to express has become somewhat selective.

I digress, repress, progress, still I stay alive and active.

Yes, I talk, but to a few. I take chances, but with caution.

And unfiltered thoughts, like potion, don’t explain, excuse, or proof.

Flying high – Why should I crawl? Would you really like it better?

I don’t care to build a wall between every given letter.

Words are meant to float anew. Every time, like it’s forever.

Clever play will give it life, and destroy your every ‘never’.

Jive to life, as if a child, singing songs along the way.

Be untamed, be raw and wild, be the star of any play.