light
distorted through the window
bends my reflection
blackly
back to me
storm
in the fourth dimension
sending ripples
through my identity so
who am i
who are you
my cells inside
divide in two
to intertwine
who i was and
who i will be
destiny
is the heart
growing out
onto the skin
in a smile
in our eyes
the power that lies
within
tricks and trust
we can both manifest
truly
if only progress
was a measure of integrity
where would we be
destiny
is the heart
growing out
onto the skin
in a smile
in our eyes
the power that lies
within
is a child
in an ancient tree
who am i
not to be
what we are
what are we
the concientious or the conscious
the concientious or the conscious
moon on the tide
watching me
a second eye
below the distant line
possibility
crying what could be
a child
in an ancient tree
who am i
not to be
what we are
what are we
the concientious or the conscious
the concientious or the conscious monkey
in the dark
is an empty space
controlled by love
or spoiled by hate
our progeny
will light their way
by how we shine today
tout le monde
everybody
tout le monde
everybody
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem