Be patient
Call me dumb
Call me bum
Or call me stubborn
Maybe proud
You're free to call me
Whatever you wish; want
I am I
Walk alive
Talk out-loud
I declare
This is I
I'm a dot in the cloud
That makes me a no-one
That is I
I'm proud
I'm dervish
Have no bounds
Yes bound is friction
Friction-free; I will fly
Can sleep wherever
And can eat whatever
I am leaf
Once green and hopeful
Now fallen, part yellow; part brown
Fear's gone
It is dead; forgotten
As he said; Mandela
"When comes jail go the rest."
He has died but keeps march
On pages, on the tongues
I'll join him
"Wait for me...be patient...I'm on way..."
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