What truly defines you? What truly defines who you are? Is it your name? Is it your race? Is it something else? Your taste, your hobbies, your free time, your work, your partner, truly, what can define a human being?
We're ever changing, like the clouds floating in the sky. One day you might be one thing, the next another. You can't be defined, you can't be outlined. Why would you cage yourself when your soul is free? Why would you trap your essence when you're not slave?
But, what if I am a slave? To words, to tags, to labels. Without one I'm lost, without one I have no tribe, nowhere to go. No, no, no, why can't I be alone?
Maybe I lack a quintessence, maybe I'm not as transparent, when you look at me. What do you see? What do you feel? If I turn to a mirror, I see myself. Myself, without knowing what else does that mean.
And that's alright, that's alright, that's alright.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poem Away (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I write from time to time! I hope you enjoy them! Follow @nuancedfreepoet on Instagram for more
