The Confession

Been told of many fortunes.

And I revile the concept of a dream.

You can go on living....

Dreaming someone else's dream.

I'm not much of an intellect.

I don't get weary, and try to dissect;

Every thing I see, or hear, or in my face....

Won't let it happen to me.

Why have I been stupid?

Why did I try to flaunt something

 I don't possess?

Why did seek out revenge?

Why did I confess?

Selling out is not my thing!

Creation comes to me,

I don't search!

Nor do I seek.