He is strong and able;
Clever yet vulnerable.
Sometimes his thoughts become unstable
Don't get me wrong; he's humble
He is everything and nothing, or so he likes to think
Hush now, listen; please don't even blink.
For he is often in the brink
To make art with ink
A little realm; his mind to tell
Where thoughts and feelings dwell
And a hard task to him befell
Of governing it very well
His only desire is for hearts to win
He builds bridges and there wherein
Of all the walls he has seen
None he conquered; Except the one within
