A day with the sun blasting
blue sky with fluffy clouds
am I happy or am I sad
am I lost within the crowds
Am I just one of many
who even cares who I am
I do, I care and I will not drown
I will not become part of the sham
So many pretend they are someone else
they feel the need to lie
ask me what you want
my true self I will not deny
I am who I am
and I will not change
an old hippie at heart
and you may find me strange
I look at the world through rose colored glasses
always looking for the good in everyone
trusting my feelings and my heart
my days are always full of fun
spiritraven (Connie Wine) 10/11/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
while the holder of the staff.. knows the bottom from the top.. and still the middle... knows them both... as the bucket knows the well..iip