INKPIETTER

I cannot sing like you
An halibut of Swans
My hands are in my heart
And my inks keep dripping
At their will
I stand open without thinking
Too much which road the
Inky boat of mine drives
Moreso as I'm out of
It's driving cabin

I live with the blueprint
Of our world
| zig zag through a thousand
Heavy waves and tide
Today I might be helpless
Tomorrow I might have happiness
Or head bent in gloom

My hands cannot drum like you
A confederation of swines
My brain is at rest
Painting a landscape and a
Angel bringing forth gold
My legs are at will, no treading
And | keep up pace to myself
Out far on the eastern horizons
You' || hear my drumbeats
Without me laying a finger

| live with the blueprint
Of our world
I zig zag through a thousand
Heavy waves and tide
Today I might be helpless
Tomorrow I might have happiness
Or head bent in gloom
© Damdelz