Put away your pads and pens

Get zen

We're here to hear...you hear?


It's just writings and linguistics

Nothing too specific

Just a computer and some artsy chick

You want to know who I am?

What stories can I tell

Oh hell

Here I go

"This one time, we were really stoned..."

But that's not me.

It used to be.

But I grow and flower

And with every hour

I slough off negativity

I have renewed positivity

Recognizing the divinity

That's living now within me

I'm not preaching here

Just teaching here

Trying to reach you here

Pull you in to see

That words can't summarize me.