The Art of My Life
Come up with a poem of you, they say.
Who are you? What should we know?
To begin with -- I am a simply intricate girl of 18,
with the future on my mind
and a reminiscent heart.
My soul resides at home,
where I find the peace to write this page:
I am what I belive and see.
And what I believe and what I see
is a vast world that needs to be
explored -- to be known.
My curious eye could not dream to see everything;
but it tries.
I graze this world with a touch;
yet leave nothing disturbed
As I leave a whisper of a trace,
I leave, knowing you, and you knowing me.
You ask -- who are you?
Who am I? Me -- who?
I like the sun. I like the world of books,
and a soulful melody.
I like the beautiful pulse of a love.
I have an ambitious spirit --
I am as carefree as the midnight tide,
letting nothing but fate and a whimsical spirit guide me,
returning to and departing from my haven as I please --
returning and departing.
Being me, this is the word of a dreamer.
Yet my page won't be filled
with far fetched and utter nonsense.
I live in a world where curiosity
begs to be satisfied,
and a faithful love guides my step.
You are rational --
Yet so am I. You are me, and I am you.
That's the beauty of life.
At times, I'd rather be the dreamer,
while at others, I am the thoughtful philosopher.
As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me.
In this world we live in,
I can be you, and you can be me.
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