I see children making stories in the sanctuary of their heads

about what they are and how they act

comfortable as a liar lives

the day we open eyes to glimpse reflections they betray

telling us who we are with the voice of a sweet snake

I see children building crutches in the depths of ego and glum

legs snapping into pieces the instant doubt hung

I hold a world buckling beneath a foggy iris

if you think you can't understand

my feet are already touching your ears

Reponse to "Whether you think you can or you think you can't, you are right." -Henry Ford