I Being Me

This is a story about a man crossing a street

Who listens to the sound of river and his silent heart

And wonders how to disappear from society

This is the story of I Being Me

My mind told me stories never to be shared

When a broken star stares back at me

I open a blue box of feelings out of my dream

Only to realize that she lives in my head

I jot down all my reasons to write

With the fountain pen of my life

I write my life to travel far away from here

Very soon I will walk away from roads

Feeling alone behind this mask of vanity 

I am a cloud made of thoughtlessness

If i had wings like yours, I tell my pigeon 

I would fly beyond infinite stars and wait

On winter nights, I think of soup making

I live and die as the moon heels my heart

buried in sleep beneath dry leaves of sugarcane

I make miracles with my light

I Being Me

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IBeingMe!

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