The unexpected
I am not what others expect
A strong rumble of rain in a desert
The look of surprise
Through the Natives eyes.
I am like everyone else
A mere spec of the unknown
The waiting truth.
What are we to lose?
I am not like everyone else
All the stars in the night sky
So unique yet undefined
Of course I’ve told lies
I am the product of my own speech
Imprints of the law
Freedom flows like Fernwrens
My words can mend
I am not what others may say
I am me and cannot be changed.
This poem is about:
Me