Connect The Dots

Honestly though I used to think I was perhaps

The reincarnated soul of Maria Callas

But now I know I borrowed bits from everyone

The way we all share, the way we are all connected

When I was a kid I made a bow and arrow

From a stick and some string, and I made

Arrows with sharpened heads, I

Spoke truth, found shame, studied philosophy

Music flows from me whether I have an instrument

Or not, it is not as apparent

As the Apollo in me I am not just

One person, I am many

An ideal in the form of a god

Cast into a body that few would recognize

Until they connect the dots


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