I’m not giving this post or poem a title, because like my dad I don’t think art should be named. It should be about what the person receiving it thinks it is about. There should be no preconceieved notions forced on you by tiles or names.

I was content

until I dreamt

How dare I?!

consider the possibilities

Go with the flow

the status quo

how dare I?!

step out of line

Close your eyes

Invite no surprise

how dare I?!

open up everything

But I do dare

despite the fear

consider the possibilities

step out of line

open up everything

Have pen, will write

it is sharper than a sword

creates possibilities, lines, opens up everything

and with it I dream.