Written by: dakarai cobb

V  Visions begin to fill my head,
A  About the way you move on stage,
N  Not unlike my pen upon page,
I   Inviting you where you are led.
S  So, my inspiration is fed,
H  Having my pen properly gauged,
A  Allowing passion to be waged,
D  Dancing around what can be said.
A  All creativity is born
I   In the deepest part of the heart.
L  Love and sacrifice are both worn
E  Every time influence starts.
Y  Yet, art and expression are sworn
S  Secrets, striving to play their parts.