THEREFORE

Sharpen me a pencil that can write
About the mind that is
Ever fluctuating between two directions
Both good and bad

Give me a history to write
In a tongue less expressive
A spectacle to watch out for
More than what meets the eye

Bless my sight with a glance
More night remains in the sky
Hardly does the scent retrieve
Before the mind a resident finds

Toast me a sandwich of memories
With extra peanut butter on
Take me back to school, where I met you
Therefore and thereupon

-K.G.