I’m not a logical pattern to be studied,
nor a scientific formula to follow.
There’s a reckless rush to my ways,
an emotional river,
as I am a deep sea giver.
Consistency does not always broadcast itself in me,
no, not the way I’d dream to see.
A birds-eye view of my own jungle jam,
it would only light a fire, that I’d prefer to ban.
Don’t worry about my ebb and merrily row,
repairing my brokenness, is something I’m learning about as I go.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Pattern recognition is my highest skill set and nothing i can ebb on.