And serependitously..
You
Who are you?
You are not a dying prince by the lake,
Or a treacherous princess in his restless sleep
“Never forget, my love”, may heavens forsake
This tale for one to keep
You are not a priest of ancient times
With twelve virtues and twelve ghosts
Twelve circles and twelve days
To count the petals of the Holy Rose
You are not the Spartan of beasts
Is it a concubine, or a wolf you’re summoning?
To lick the grease off from your hands
For only of the blood raise toasts of victory
You are a person, as one of countless many
Growing up carelessly with a scar
And a river in your heart
Your shoes are never white and never fits
As the streets never speak
The truth you seek
Your hands weep, your eyes write
You dance with reality, you learn fantasy
You still kiss too honestly
You stand on the mirror and still wonder
If the person you see is wondering too
Yet you answer when none to be heard
None to be found, to be freed, to be loved
You are a grain of dust
You are a grain of dust that collides with the universe;
The greatest, that ever exists.
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