Me is Mine

Dawn encumbered me...this next day I would bear.

Soulless as the night before, created out of mystery’s lusts and alone when I opened my eyes.

Artless through the day for an enlightened mind I share. Others see right through me another day their gift. I should smile but I shudder, their gray skull and fleshless heads pity unknown to them.

Who is blessed the true seer, another false matrix? Not my modesty to shift from the faceless child and become an oddity...as it happens with thoughts rare impressed, a turn from stage to fantasy.

Would that it ever come to be known, a versus right from wrong as a whole and my opinion.

Well I can’t for those who would guide me to be theirs...I can never be just like them and I will never be just like you.

My vision believes and my imagination let is boundless!

Me is Mine