I am an architect,
I am a lawyer,
I am an accountant,
I am an engineer,
I am a surgeon
I am pharmacist,
I said,
I made you all,
I
Am
A
Teacher
28/7/2025

It's you.
It's you.
It's you.
The constant words that echo out when the fire is raging.
But come let's just take a deeper look.
Was it really him.
Was it really her.
Or was it me.
Defining one's self is very hard to do.
So the word you, will remain our battle cry.
Until you have lost it all.
OOPS.
Too late.

She raises her glass of red
To the moon.

Each mirror the other.
Like lake surfaces;

The laughing eyes of old
People together, and

Other things that shine.
Her friend since forever.

A mother; she holds galaxies
In her heart, supernovas within.

The moon is her only witness.
And I.