In motion I am powerful
Creating, building, learning.
But, my body and brain are out of sync.
One is ahead of the other if they function at all.
By light years if by inches it seems.
Years of plans have been sold to unappreciative minds
With too much space,
And eons of ideas have been buried in my blood and mind
As I work toward better days
My tears are dead visions too
Their weight is heavy,
but as I close the gap
between my self and my muscles
the ground beneath my feet is finally drying.