Poet

To weaponize words, to make ideas into birds...
To escape to another realm, to grasp vigorously at the helm...
To cast art into the mundane, to find yourself dancing in the rain...
Possibly a map to the insane, or a ticket to an endless train...
The best glimpse one could give, the best life one could live...
Fruition of passion let loose, to dawn ones horns like a moose...
To lunge boldly at the unknown, to swing your instruments at the stone...
To bring your peers to tears, to shatter your fears, to share your years...
To undo that which they say cannot be undone, to pull the curtains back and let in the blinding sun...
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