Posted January 27, 201411 yr I can't draw: the lines go wonky, the shadows off key, the people end up looking like a monkey. Asymetrical disasters on page, its enough to make Picaso rage. I can't sing, though I try anyway, my voice unflattering and coarse, the words straggling on a rabbit trail, the whole thing a lost cause. I can't dance, two left feet here, tripping and falling everywhere, potential danger to anyone near, smashing into the floor at maximum speed, even on the tango. I can't skate, or sculpt, or even bake... But I can write. I can make words dance across page, screen, write of universes yet unseen, characters newly born, love scorned, dangers abound. I can write of lands beyond our own, trapped in a dragons fiery boem, of witches spells and chaos rings, demon pacts and other things. All this I know.
I can't draw: the lines go wonky, the shadows off key,
the people end up looking like a monkey.
Asymetrical disasters on page,
its enough to make Picaso rage.
I can't sing, though I try anyway,
my voice unflattering and coarse,
the words straggling on a rabbit trail,
the whole thing a lost cause.
I can't dance, two left feet here,
tripping and falling everywhere,
potential danger to anyone near,
smashing into the floor at maximum speed,
even on the tango.
I can't skate, or sculpt, or even bake...
But I can write.
I can make words dance across page, screen,
write of universes yet unseen,
characters newly born,
love scorned,
dangers abound.
I can write of lands beyond our own, trapped in a dragons fiery boem,
of witches spells and chaos rings, demon pacts and other things.
All this I know.