words slip cryptic behind the shadows
             obscured by my ego
             as an ironic message to myself
 
my mind a bucket of primordial plot line ooze
                  I can not decode the DNA of
                  tantalizes as characters I can not decipher
 
and I try to place fingers to keys
                      rub ink into paper
                      described through my eyes
 
but I falter
my muse collapsed
the mask of my childhood dreams
steps back from the spotlight
 
bewildered I realize my limitations
                                       we’re all the same
                                       mastery has highs and lows