Figuring it out

Spent like an empty tank of gas
Cold and lonely
frost on the car windows
needing to be scraped

warmth inside
my heart burns a fire
for my kids, my wives, my life. . . my art

figuring it out
I know
who I am
what I am made of
what I can offer

Poison clouds clarity
from the center of the demon
bursts through his chest a fist
my fist
stubborn and powerful my magic
will not yield

So much to say
so much to offer
so much to create
so much to live

and dance
and kiss
and love