i am free this morning.
the sky blue and grey
thinking of the future
as soon as my eyes awake
i dreamt,of a lyricist
or a man of his word
a figure who is not a fascist
standing rugged in this punctured world
i awoke,with my heart fluttering
although the sky is so very somber
i know today is my occasion
where i reach for light without damnation
i’m certain,to meet this man again
i walk downstairs unheard,search for a cigarette
tackle to fix my hair,use my reflection on the left
as i watch myself in the mirror
i rest my palm on the bump of my chest
discern to the dream,dots begin connect
i sense now,i am the lyricist
as i build my own walls,an architect
i am a dance and i paint my art
standing so tall
the man of my heart
this very well could be a song
and i’ll decide that,on my own

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Like looking for keys where the light is good one needs to look where one left them and so it is with identity. A good write
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