To myself... to whom?
Wasted time ... wasted life
What is it,
little dragonfly...what is it?
The breath, the strength...
the days and time that goes by.
I don't want them to just fade away
in the absurdity of what?
To fly like you
been just who you are.
Being and been compared
to what?.
Who is to say who am I?
Who is to say what I can?
Who is this self willing to die?.
Yet to live is even more hard
Lets call this self... Yes! ... I'll call this self.
I'll summon her and looking in her eyes
in a whisper will ask
"Why are you holding me down?,
Don't you see that I want to live and fly?"
mcr
