Start Again

Good morning. Good minutes. Sometimes the mind I lost, I find. Then my powerful thoughts

and dreams I climb. Question, am I truly great? Who am I?

I'm an original piece, not a lithograph. I'm one of a kind. And I can't fail. I don't

mean to. The words always come out of my mouth and rhyme. And yes, I'm calculating. If I

was a number, I would be a prime. Nothing accidental about me. Yes, I was built by design.

But one day I might be able to look into my own eyes and smile at that God inside.

Then on that day, I would come to truly know me. To be on all space and time, the eternity.

And then I would lose my mind. And start again.

And then on that day, I might be able to look into my own eyes and smile at that God inside.