by TYLYN
Well, I know how to write
You’re seeing that, right?
And my drawing is…”cute.”
But I can’t play a flute.
I’ve a few more kills too
Thought they’re nothin’ new.
So I stand back,
And they think it is a voice that I lack.
Then I listen,
As my eyes glisten.
Absorbing detail like a sponge,
Into my head, thoughts lunge.
The films of history rewinding
With tales that are spellbinding.
Playing in my mind’s eye,
Giving me the feeling of an oncoming sigh.
So no, there’s nothing to smell or taste…
And yet, the knowledge isn’t a waste.
In the shadows, observe.
Let wisdom, the stories, hit a nerve.
I don’t know very much,
But the world will be in your grasp with such
Hush….
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