My spirit meets my body when I pick up this pen.
Does truth always win or should I go again?
The beat goes on, as I watch the man in the Union Jack sing.
I picture Nietzsche dancing and dream I am a King.
It's once again just me and you. So this poem I'll rhyme for you.
I have visions of long lost lands and all that I could miss.
So soften your heart or they will submerge like the 10 cities of Atlantis.
I know you don't mean it, but it's still manslaughter.
When your pride leaves them all dead in the water.
Smith Shine Poetry 