30 Verses

Can't believe it has taken me, 

Over years nine to describe what truly is me. 

Like Luke's affection to the Force, 

My mind never runs out of its source.

The Source of energy that keeps me flowing, 

In the essence of what keeps my very soul glowing

I may not look like I am moving, 

But instead every action I take already has a reaction going.

Even when I'm static there's no evidence lacking,

That infact my brain and body are obviously crackling

With the lightning in my corner, 

the colours of which have not yet been discover-ed.

Like the God of Speed Savitar, 

Turns out was Barry Allen in an suit of AR.

I may not always be ahead of steps three, 

The minimum it is seven probably. 

Hear I can the photons in my head,

Jettisoning at a pace that can't be read. 

Surprise myself at times I do, 

Yes Yoda, do not just try I do. 

The strength derived from this little tune, 

Tells me there's something vivid in my fortune. 

Get it I shall no matter the case, 

For I am not talented (balls), just opportune and in a race.

In a race to find the reason why I wrote this, 

Making it 30 verses was an opportunity I could not miss. 

Is this the end, my mind growls, 

I can go on, the other responds. 

It's not about anyone else, I gather, 

Nor it will be ever be, for what people think rather.

There is a modicum of confidence I have yet to use, 

None around me know how less I peruse.

Peruse my mind if someone shall, 

Find an entire universe of information worthy to crawl.

Crawl over and scrutinize at their own pace, 

For none are lacking this space. 

This space in their minds which brings them peace, 

Filled with laughter, crying and moments of grief. 

All are important, all are worthy,

Of being recognized as parts of your study. 

The only one which causes debate, 

Is the nature of the being whose dependent on fate. 

It is unfathomable to break bread on the sands of destiny,

One should focus less on this trap of vanity. 

 

Quite like Anakin, make a new decision against what was described as fate,

Eliminating the Emperor will give you an added trait. 

The lack of direction in any art form today, 

Gives the artist some leeway

That liberty stands to reason, 

Why this data stream will not end in an order for any one to be pleased in. 

Poetry has never been my forte so to speak, 

Then again, never have I had a reason not be a freak. 

Definitions are unlikely to find their way past me, 

I hate their definitive restrictions, just like Padmé.

Nine years I did not take to write one poem, 

Just took me as long to find something to believe in. 

What that is, you shall never know, 

For this verse is merely a chain of creative thought unedited and let to flow.