I am spell bound.
Bound by the myth of the unspoken spell.
Bound within gates of an open cell.
Every story about it I may tell,
Can never really tell it as well,
It tells like words of sort of mysteries,
Great magic in me is this real humility,
Something above me; put simply,
Same time giving me Identity.
Slowly toward a conquer
Submitting to sweet surrender
This ego is not really a contender
A lacing by experience and grievance I remember
A stance firm still free to substance
I just might be if given my chance.
May 2, 2011 at 5:52pm
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