I could be like an artist if you’d let me
simple lines to build caricature
calculated lines to build architecture
I could be like an author if you’d let me
create a novel, chapter by chapter or short story
Stanzas compiled to build poetry
I could be like a journalist of you’d let me
documenting all research accumulated
share the truth of people berated and ill-fated
I would cover up the page staring blankly at you
perhaps in search of a rhyme you could not find
In lyric, stanza, chapter; prose of every kind
If you wish, your innermost thoughts
or words to share with the people you love most
A reminder of the things about them of which you boast
Yet what you deem mistakes I’ll not leave permanent
My limits are set by you but you, you are without limit