Maybe with influence
If not brought upon by preference
Learned for competition
Though love made me forget
Indifferent if yours or mine was better
Harnessed unknown words
That seemed to dance and play around
As my hand scribbles and my mind repeats what I see.
They formed nonsense, stories, chaos,
Miracles, worlds and words made-up and not
Ego tells it is innate
Reality forces that it is learned
My soul sieves no sin in engagement with –
POETRY – perforates perfectly.