maybe so-(r)row, maybe kin-dre(a)d

I may not be a writer
nor obsessed with fever of stage
neither sculptor or painter
only hope disengage from embrace

when I slide through the page
can’t help myself thinking of it
I'm feeling the curse of my age
neither childe nor sire - let's admit

I may disagree with what you have to say
but the right is yours and I must obey..