Precision

When I say I’m the best,

It always in jest,

But somethings in jest,

Have a tendency to manifest,

Into something called truth.

The meaning behind my rant,

To most unimaginable because they can't,

Imagine that there can't,

Be something without meaning even if infant,

So it better that you try not to be a sleuth.

Words run on,

To long when you Sean,

But I know nothing except Sean,

So the ramblings will be long,

Until my mind is loose.

Rhythm can be lossed,

The whole pattern tossed,

Where everything is eventually tossed,

Here it was kept not thinking about cost,

Of the art that I choose.