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