That zephyr enticing my neck
The Birth of Energy along my neck.
Fields and Oceans, Dunes and Cliffs
Jungles, Forests and Cities alike.
But a clear map like that across my palm
Never to be lost
But sometimes never quiet finding myself
Not always nearly myself
I can, I have and will always try though to always know myself
The Architecture of my mind is as powerful as I allow it to be
And as controllable as to not allow others to see
Planting ideas, but only love and glows
Allowing one to grow
To love and be bold
A strong energy…
But aloof as a breeze