IN SEARCH FOR A PERFECT WORD.
FOR A PERSON, LIKE ME,
WITH A STRANGE CAPACITY.
A CAPACITY WITHIN ME,
THE ABILITY TO DRAW A CITY;
A POWER WITHIN ME,
TO GIVE THE PAPER ITS IDENTITY.
THAT TURNS INTO A MAGIC WAND,
SUPPLIED BY MY MIND'S INCANTATION
THAT UNITES EVERY NATION.
TO MY EVERY CREATION,
TURNING SIMPLE PIECES
INTO A GREAT MASTERPIECES.
I ASK MYSELF WHY.
IS THIS AN ANCIENT CURSE?
OR AN ACCIDENTAL BURST?
THAT ALL OF THIS ISIN’T UNKNOWN.
THE RIGHT WORD IS TALENT
THAT POPS-UP WHEN I’M IN SILENT.
FOR MY SEARCH REACHES IT’S TOP.
THE WORD IS VERY CLEAR
THAT SPEAKS OUT MY FEAR.









