A smile engulfs my weary face, good times
The sun shines upon wrinkled lines
The pool, it shimmers, transparent view, crystal clear path to memories of you
No need for shades, blinding light across blinded age
Twenty-four now, I cry, I bleed, I hurt the same
Music of you fills space and time
Laughter echoes and fades into rhyme
I can’t sing songs but songs I sing
The breeze seems awkward sometimes, no direction, no home to find
My life is much the same
A morning breeze, a late afternoon storm, a slight drizzle, heavy rain
Freedom to be me, my name just a name, I am who you see.
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