Saturday, January 10
hocuspocus
My forehead, it frowns from time to time.
My eyes, they tell a story of stories around me.
My ears, they have no power over what they hear.
My nose, it still breathes even with the lack of air.
My mouth, it tells truth fitted with lies that seem so few.
My feet, they tried running away to no avail.
My hands, they play with fire only to get burnt.
My head, it's where logical explanations are formulated.
My heart, the emotional centre of where decisions are begotten.