Frozen In Plain Sight of a Melting Pot

what i saw i can never see seeing is not always believing a question mark exists exclamatory sentences are all run on completion is still in the process in progress all i have seen are all tested and owned by those braver than i, me, and myself i draw inspiration from them yet the art of it all is not legible and very incomprehensible the story of my life is all sticks and no bricks the definition of the description is all struggle and strife with no life in the brightest part of the day, i light a candle like it is the darkest hour repetition is inevitable confusion is pretty much guaranteed the old shoes that i once threw away, like a very nose observant dog, has found their way back into my endless tunnel closet