I saw a mountain climber, I was in awe with his prowess of climbing,
I wanted to be a mountain climber too, little did I know my hands and feet would make jest of me,
Who am I? Questions I began to throw to my conscious and unconscious state, by the time I finally discovered myself, I'd gotten bandages over my hands and feet.
Recovering began to set in when I started doing what my soul called for, I started writing, I wrote off roof tops while the sun was shining, I wrote in the rain not minding if my paper got wet, I wrote on all spheres because that's what gave me happiness.
I discovered... "sighs deeply"... I discovered myself dancing with my pen and paper.