It’s Me

Poem

It’s me
The indefatigable
Inner radical
That only comes out
When your conscious mind
Is on sabbatical l
Giving ephemeral
Spiritual vitamins
And soulful minerals
That spark directions
For insurrections
That turn loose leaves
Into Tablets
You can’t kill an idea
Cause you can never grab it
And you can’t kill a dream
Just the one who had it