The words pull me to paper
Clearly my intuition understood the assignment
My creativity starves under confinement
Like the point on a dart my girl hits the mark
She found me like blood to a shark
Universe pulls strings, it knew the plan from the start
Late nights with candlelit dinners with my sweetheart
My mind cast a net and hauled a bounty of ideas
Limits are a glass ceiling that much is clear
Playing in traffic I swerve around my problems like a bike
My mind is filled with horns like the Minnesota Shrike
Old roads feel like a walk in the park
New roads are treacherous
No streetlights kinda dark
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