Take what I'm making and turn it into something.

Always go for gold,
doing what I'm told,
by one hundred different voices,
silver lining getting bold.

My ego,
strokes of myself,beneath holes,
choked on own tongue when I went home,
there's so much I still don't know.

You bite down on one and break it into three.
You're biting down breaking up the scene.
My teeth are grinding, I'm planning for my three.
Its all unfolding out of a language sea.

Reviews

[roarke]

BRAVO!
ya nailed this one in my book.