Too much debt outstanding, but I'm ready to pay & still standing; Unaccomplished desire, put me everyday through fire; Moments came, stayed and left, It's within, I can still connect; Going to get the life I missed, by fulfilling things which were promised. My six year old sister asks, "Who are poets? How are poets made?" As if there was a factory producing us like her toys or we were as common as the flowers she picks And I wondered,
