“Here”

Here.

Right, here.

Where my writes, are kept on the prose.

There is something, you should know.

Here, right here?

You won’t find depth.

My words are simple, they are not, complex.

An object or phrase, it come to life.

Depending on how, I’m envisioning, my write.

Usually a rhyme, carrying, an experience or lesson.

My own way, of expression.

Oh, I know!

It’s different from most.

I compare life, to a piece of toast.

Thats how it is, I can’t change me.

I give my writes away, as gifts, always.

Honestly;

I‘m just a Dr. Seuss,

Wanna-be.

Thing, 17;

By Benz 3/9/18