My head is in my hands
Capable hands? No...
Incapable hands? No!
I still have potential
Even in the amount of sprinkles
Drop by drop
Instead of gushing gallons
As yet unseen
As contributing to life
I'll still have to take a stab at it
Without a knife
Hoping that one day
My mind will be as sharp
As my tongue
That one day
They could compliment each other
If only in the moment
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