Here I am.
Bewildering by the strange facts I’m facing a big bad wolf
of life yet I don’t feel worry.
My heart is as calm as white snow that covers the South Pole
and the polar bears come out to play.
Singing with my mouth close, here comes the sound of
clapping from the empty audience.
Sorry.
Myself is dimming like a moth to a fire, slowly found his
happiness and dying at the same time.
Seeing, singing, screaming, it’s all the same to me now.
Now my body as my temple is closing in to defeat the light
from coming out and filled by emptiness.
Grinning in believing.
To be sent out to ocean of pearls and blueberries, sweet
sweet blueberries.
My left foot now saying to me he wants to be the right foot
and my right foot wants to be the thumb.
Strange again. Alone again.
Tiny people tie me down with their dogma in this huge
tunnel. It feels good, I must say.
To have a crowd in my gigantic universe that I never own but
I controlled.
Red birds, yellow birds, big birds, low birds are flying
through the cracks in my heads.
To see new freedom and start from zero that was just a
speckle.
Now I’m big as I am. Dot.
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