My blank canvases are a bird or plane
Either way, sure to soar over your brain.
Pace yourself, Greatness: something you can’t rush.
With a thousand words I paint a picture.
I’m using not a pen, but a paintbrush.
Primal minds can’t cognize the way I think.
Sempiternal words, written in gold ink.
Endless options, chances never little.
I’m in the “Land of Opportunity”
A vast land, and I’m right in the middle
We have to play the cards that we are dealt
A Royal Flush: clothed me in lion’s pelt,
Crown me, give me the championship belt.
I wonder if this is how Shakespeare felt.