POETRY: The BOY with the nice car

I'm weak, weak for you,

your mind holds secrets that unlock the mysteries of the world,

you make my mind wonder into the unknown but it's comfortable like the seats of a 1988 corvette

what you consider simple like the way you move I consider it revolutionary

I see a legacy hidden in the way you photograph capturing moments in time...

Capturing time...

I see the bigger picture a man with passion,

Greatness imprinted on your forearm you wear your passion on your sleeves..

I watch from a distance...

admiring your lazy work on a sundae ..

Eating a sundae willing to enter your vortex of artistry

I'm weak , weak for you,

your mind holds secrets that unlock the mysteries of the world you make my mind wonder into the unknown but it's comfortable like the seats of a 1988 corvette

what you consider simple like the way you move I consider it revolutionary

I see a legacy hidden in the way you photograph capturing moments in time ...

Capturing time ..

I see the bigger picture a man with passion,

Greatness imprinted on your forearm you wear your passion on your sleeves ..

I watch from a distance ..

admiring your lazy work on a sundae ..

Eating a sundae willing to enter your vortex of artistry