I wear all words close to my chest, never to underestimate the magic they possess
No education put the ink into my heart, no job suffocated my dreams to be more.
From the gopher on a building site to the under dog, collecting rubbish in dawns morning light!
To stacking shelves through the night, doing any actions that don\'t just bring money but satisfying my souls plight!
A struggle has now ended to see my past transactions as a mistake, each moment kept my spirit in strength for the next!
Many planted their seeds of dark & light, to show me I am a wise fool that\'s got much experience to life!
To blow my own trumpet as ego takes flight, this is just pure poetry of another kind!
For still within this tortured mind many laugh as many cry, unable to see what others do! I keep up the blag until it becomes true, the proof is in the pudding mine must be good!
Unless we are all insane and around for tea, I take no sugar and Mad Hatter takes three!