I gazed around, beholding nothingness
I wept, but as I followed my tears
Saw that I stood tall in the sky
Pity are those who hold on to identity,
I choose multiplicity;
I am my parents' treasure;
a speck of dust to the world.
I am a wallflower,
basking in the ambiance
of a bustling crowd;
a warrior of words,
who forgets his bounds.
I am a lord over my experience;
a child to his desires.
I am a shy lover;
a valiant dreamer.
Pity are those who hold on to identity,
for there is beauty in multiplicity.
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