a spark.

In my eye,

In my laugh,

In my intelligent sprawl.

I'm told I hold this minute catalyst

in the simple moves of my frame. but no, 

my life, my story. I'd know if it were so.

a spark,

the idea won't go.

 

it's odd,

My world,

My song,

My body itself.

I want to see the spark in my work

too see the splendor of what others perceive. I wait,

And I create, I live the same, but glancing at the mirror now.

it's odd,

my silly game

 

A spark,

I feel it now,

in my words and

in my performance, 

in my very soul.

I see as others do my miniscule importance.

for once i can believe in their compliments, thank you,

is hard to spit and harder to give, but Aim humble to my own subtle faults.

A spark,

But not quite so.

 

A spark, yes, to their searching gaze,

but to mine own thoughts; a firey blaze!

My oddness, My gray, are but the ashes

to my passionate flame. 

I rise,and I live in my curiosities. but make not a mistake

I am more than I seem.

 

a spark on the surface, for all eyes a-query.

but inside, a living fire,

my art,

my fury.