“Who Are
You?” asks a friend of mine
A smile on
my face I sit to imagine
Lost in a
world I create and I dwell
I presume to
be myself all that seems well
Am no kite
with however long a string
Controlled
in the wind by some other being
Am a
butterfly fluttering high purely at leisure
Spreading
colourful wings in a beautiful weather
Am no timid
rabbit chased by hounds
Running
fearfully fast with no sound
Am a Cheetah
fleeting fast with passion
Chasing
myself in deepest forests of nations
Am not a
leaf to float silently on pond
Witnessing
same scene for times to come
Am a drop
racing freary turns of tornado
Embracing
unexpected newness in each go
Am no
street-light be however bright
Switched on
without will as nears the night
Am a firefly
proud of my special torch
Depending on
none for direction to move forth
Am the
opaque clouds able to hide the Sun
Am the
terrible rain to freeze people at home
Yet I am the
Sun to outshine clouds dark
Yet I am a
child to enjoy all rain blasts
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