I'm trying to be Faithful.
But sometimes the smallest
things are Painful
Like pinpricks turned
To Razors.
It just means I need to
Slow Down.
Walk with my ideas instead
of running them Aground
and maybe, I'll come to a
greater understanding.
At least I hope that's where
I'm landing
Through all these Lucy trips
Make my brain do the splits
words come from the tip of
my tongue to my lips.
And yes, I can rhyme and
yes, it's divine, and yes,
when I'm celebrating it's with
wine.