Travelling down an old, dusty highway that twists and turns as it sprawls out across a desert and eventually hits a lush, green mountain pass before extending into the sky, I never stop learning.
SCREEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM omg it is soooo coooollll!
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I'm well aware of strengths I have
And quite aware of weaknesses
I know this love I have inside
Too well I know of speechlessness
My fingers, then, are like an army
Marching in a symphony
Pouring out the things I can't
Express without their tympany
For in my throat, a struggling bird
Long imprisoned in its stir
Riding out the storm and waiting
For its freedom to occur
What if, perchance, it waits for naught?
What if it is forever caught?
Never once to truly sing?
Never once to say a thing?
This is my weakness, my desire
I cannot sing, yet still aspire
To feel the easing of release
Permit expression, inner peace
So joyful would her singing be
If only once outside this cage
Her voice could open and be free
Instead she's caught within her rage
~nv
A girl geek residing with hubbygeek, many computers, and about half as many critters.
