Image

Read it and stuff

A single image trapped
Projected within my mind like a map
Encasing my head like a cap
Holds my will for anything when tapped

Indestructible, Ireplaceable
Only the wise know it is capable
Of powering any act or play
Of inspiring a master piece out of clay

Never would I sell this image for a million or more
Possesion of it is the ultimate score
A single image trapped in my mind
A smile of yours that is oh so kind

If sweeping the streets was all that I could do
And the only pay was to be your smile
You could guess without a doubt or clue
I’d be sweeping those streets for miles and miles