My gift is my bane
For this poetic soul
Runs off of dreams
Like an old Chevrolet burns gasoline
Sometimes it sputters and backfires
Sometimes I'm left stranded
But when this bright world proves fruitless
I hope to visit the world behind the black drapes
Where I direct every film
I agree and Amy this is absolutely excellent I really love it. It says so much in such a little space! Keep up this excellent work!hugs poetrylady