9th World Wonder

By Joe Tidei

I'm bottling your emotions and sealing your fate
Catching you with hooks because you can't see the bait

Deciphering my writing is like reading hieroglyphs
The symbols I project form inferences you can't depict

Writing for me is like playing connect the dots
As I sit squared away in the prism of my thoughts

I'm planting ideas to seek all you've sought
Then ripping the grounds to get the root of your thoughts

I'm stealing the sun so hell starts to freeze
While buying my time to give life back its lease

I'm a bridge inspiring those living their dreams
As I close the gap between the scripture and the scene

I'm a key for the imprisoned who want to be freed
But I draw bars around the selfish who gamble their needs

I love all the highs in my ascent to the clouds
But I relish the anxiety that brings me back down

I'm exploring all the outlets to avoid getting shocked
Conducting my sentence on grounds of writers block

I'll pray on your confessions as I commune all your fears
Then baptise my sins off the flow of your tears

This is my prelude to the opening chorus
So you'd better go get a pen, some paper and a thesaurus

Energized by lighting and amplified by thunder
I've been chosen by nature to be the 9th world wonder