When did I grow so old
Why wasn't I ever told
till nature did mould
these nephews and Nieces
who deserve only warm hugs and kisses?
When did innocence
start trickling drop by drop
Until the entire next
generation seems already catered for
It was just yesterday, I was a child
A wreck less one and wild
but didn't understand why
when the overall solution was my cry
all in all I am glad to have witnessed
such trueness and a honest smile
it's like the sweetest thing by a mile
like a masterpiece of dawn in crayon
so beautiful was the day spent with baby Ryan
May you live to plant the generation after
and to spread the honest joy and laughter
Love you pretty little twit...
so young yet filled with wit and sweet

Ever heard the story of a girl who coughed out a tumor?
I'm not sure it happened, it was weaved in rumor.
Whispers spread wide, painting a bizarre tale,
Of a medical marvel that seemed too surreal.

They spoke of a girl, consumed by a dire plight,
Who, with each cough, expelled her own inner fight.
A tumor expelled, escaping her fragile frame,
Astonishing many, leaving them lost in acclaim.

Yet skeptics arose, questioning the grandeur,
Doubting the truth of this remarkable lure.
Fact or fiction, the legend remains unclear,
A tale that lingers, shrouded in doubt and fear.

Night after night they'd fight
Fires and flames re-ignite
As Sparks of anger flared
She lived but dead scared
Next was waking dead to life
Yet again not too tired to fuel the strife
Atimes they were warm, atimes cold as mist
Sometimes apart, sometimes at heart
There were days they hated and days they kissed
Days of soothing the days of hurt
The flame as bright as the Sun
Died down to dim of a lantern
Even their ******* Son
Came to terms with that zigzag pattern
High was high and low was low
When's Dad was high there wasn't law
His Mama's weapons were claws
While earning real hard blows
Was what fate 'd served
What she deserved?
In the air lingered an aroma of temptation
To slay his papa and offer redemption
That became a prayer each Sunday
What he painfully did fulfill someday

I read beautiful poems and wonder
Why in mine all I find is fault and blunder
I caress the neat words as much as I can
Hoping the more I read the more I learn
I peruse through funny poems and laugh
Yet if I try it out myself It's really tough
So I read inspirationals day and night
Thinking for sure ,improve I might
I scroll past those I feel ain't my type
Looking for those with acclaim and hype
Poetic literature really does take all my time
'Cause I'm in a hunt for that perfect rhyme
But all I do is find highly fascinating pieces
And all they do is leave me angry and peaceless
I read poems because I'm seeking for consolation
And I even find more than this ,to my consternation
I probably read poems because they are easy to read
Or I'm just so lonely and they are the company I need

Is what it'll take
but I'll learn to live without you
and if I fail to do
I'll try and fake...

He gifted her stars, but left them in the sky,
so eternities would witness how brightly their love would fly.
He bought her the moon but lent it to the night,
So that forever, the night would bask in her gentle light.
He planted for her roses, with petals soft and red,
A fragrant promise that their love would bloom and spread.
He gifted her the ocean, with its vast embrace,
To carry his brimful feelings for her, an infinite vase.
He carved for her a statue, but placed it in the park,
A symbol of their unity, a love that would leave its mark.
He crafted for her a sonnet, but whispered it to the breeze,
A verse that spoke of forever, a love that would flow with ease.
He built for her a castle, but perched it upon a cloud,
So that she would always be down to earth
He offered her a map, with uncharted lands to explore,
Lands too far but she had come to stay and never soar.
He granted her a wish, but told her to keep it,
Its magic they'd store for when they'd need it...

I am sorry
we met and for long savoured that fate
that you dared to happily ever after contemplate
I am sorry
it was so right for a while when we gobbled every mile
so much you thought it would always be but a smile
I am sorry
you expected so much from a heart with so little to give
I am sorry
I spoke about the sun and you heard of sunrise
I am sorry
I was meaning the journey but you thought of the destination
I am sorry
you hoped I would answer every question
sorry I plucked you roses and you didn't see the thorns
I am sorry
it wasn't a walk in the park or it was but the Serengeti
I am sorry
when I pointed to the clear night you felt it would never rain
I am sorry
I bathed you in pleasure and you forgot there's pain
I am sorry
I held you so tight you didn't prepare for when we drift apart
I am sorry
you swam to the deep end and coming out broke your Heart
I am sorry
you thought reality could be like the movies
where you forevermore enjoy the Angelic showbiz
I am sorry
you grew up way too soft but had to learn the hard way
I am sorry
our parting ways was too much a price for you to pay
but I am not sorry for the moments I confessed my affection
the many times I said I love you and you said it too
for there was a time, I swear this to you,
there was a time those words were so true

Last night was hard for everyone, for all of us
The moon noticed your obvious absence and lit bright trying to trace you from every corner of  the universe
the stars were sad and they tried so hard to blink back their tears
even the nimbus clouds detected the heartbreaking melancholy
and tried to blanket them from the chilling cold of solitude
but the twinkling stars still struggled to peep through
the blanket cast between them and your absence
like little children afraid of the dark until the clouds gave up
for even they ,no matter how strong they pretended to be
the weight of despondence got the better of them
and they subsequently expressed their pain in burdened tears of rain
the roof tried to hold the tears from my unconscious sight
but my ears sadly caught the pattering sobs
darkness whispered some advise but my ears were too sad to hear
and my brain numbed by the scintillating thoughts about you
I tried to kick out the emptiness through listening to the radio
but my fingers were too frozen and weak to turn the ****
so I gave up and just sat quietly inside the net listening to a silence
whose eloquence was labyrinthine and discombobulating
because weaved within mosquitoes did their best to sing me a lullaby
but in anger I violently swatted as many and as many did die
it still was hell hot with my limpid Heart ice cold
yet I still hoped against all odds you would appear
I waited for you like Santa waiting for Christmas,
like anxious Jews waiting for the coming Messiah,
like the Mediterranean sea patiently waits for waters of the Nile,
like a Groom waits for his Bride as she walks across the isle,
I waited for you like a lass waiting for a Telenovela...
or a staunch catholic waiting for a positive eventuality to his Novena,
I waited like the minute hand waits for the second hand of the clock
like the dull pulse of the heart waits to happen after the loud one...
I waited for you like an insomniac waiting for sleep,
sadly sleep never came... so I gave up to wait for the next day
like the invisible sun through a night knowing in the dawn my voice
might reach you like beautiful rays and whisper
to the far that is near how I wish you were here
in a message right into your small pretty ears
I missed you like a baby misses its mother,desperately and in tears

I don't want to use the same words as others do
hence I wonder what else can speak my truth
without altering the simplicity of my honesty
without unclear hyperbolic vocabulary
that might instead drive you away
I want to speak with confidence however
much relaying to you without a single stutter
is a day dream bordering the fantasy
I want to coin the most rare of phrases
which could conjoin to display my emotions
just like a network of roads connecting different places
I want to speak light to your darkness
to open your beautiful hazel eyes
with the realness of my heart
I want you to share with me my hurt
forever if that exists & never drift apart
to lend words to that which in my soul lies
a place where reality blossoms and lie dies
I want to praise you more than the eagle praised tortoise
not to make you think you can fly but to have your focus
I want to assure you that much as joy I bring
where good happens, I know the bells of bad may ring
I want to let you know you're more floret than flowers
without losing grasp of my oratory powers
I want to hold your palm & place it on my chest
& let the rate of my beating heart explain the rest
without seeming weird or too direct
I want us to share an eternal bond that won't disconnect
like the attachment the Ocean shares with the River
till death do us part,like scotch and a guzzlers liver
I want to explain how long I've waited for this
and how badly my lips do long for a kiss
that doesn't sum up my encounter with you
but stays on our mind for infinity,that sticks hard as glue
I want to let you know I saw beauty when we met
and that endo-glamour you hold
so much deserves to be told and retold
in a love story you and I can transcribe if I'm not too late
I acknowledge you're a lass out of this planet
and I probably ain't worth a touch of your garment
but I desire to share in your terrene
for in your presence I have known real serene
I want to match with you across the holly
isle though I don't fancy weddings
savour moments as we journey & pray for happy endings
I want you to be that character in my love story
a story where I drive back home to your arms
embrace you tight, have a feel of those bums
where we plant roses and lilies & watch bees hum
I want my kids to have you as their mom
and be proud of their father for finding
them such a sweet and caring mother
I want you to believe there isn't another
I want you to want me too like I you
I want you to know how much I love you
but i cant place the right words to use
to express exactly what I feel because
you're one hell of a treasure I can't afford to lose

Will my Soul ever encounter its mate
or is it one of those that rendezvoused too late?

1-We were searching for warmth where there was only ice to find
2-We melted the ice in our souls and just caused an Avalanche in our minds
3-We were two broken people hoping our together would make us whole
Forgetting the rule of magnetism, repulsion of like poles
4-your Heart just as mine was a wide gaping abyss of a black hole
5-No matter what we did, some holes could never be filled
6-We tended the big wounds from the past, but the scars unlike the wounds could never be healed
7-Everyone said love like ours often ended in tragedy, that romance is a rose, and roses flower and fade
8-that all hellos come wrapped in their goodbyes, all beginnings pimped with the lip gloss of endings
9-that we were just another beautiful Titanic yet to encounter an iceberg and sadly we believed them
10-we didn't know that none in history ever chocked swallowing their pride, so we held on to ours as our love slipped away
11-We had bright futures left behind thus lived trying to rewind the chronometer
12-We had an obsession for art and sought sanctuary behind stories and books
13-We thought life could be one beautiful fairy tale, we thought the ambiance would be picture perfect
14-We wanted an escape from loneliness rather than to complement each other...
15-We had the best *** in the world, but never ever did we make love...
16-We always trusted facts yet some lies hold together what is broken by the tremors of truth...
17-We were accustomed to the freedom of dancing in the thundering storm so the manacles of comfort felt so uncomfortable
18-We wanted to find forever, when we hadn't crossed tumultuous bridges in the moment...
19-You were a little girl I expected to act like a lady, you pictured a man in the boy I will always be...
20-You wanted flowers, I wanted powers, you lived your life, I had mine but we ached for ours
21-It was love at first sight, we thought we could live happily ever after in a matter of hours
22-We were just frustrated by the grip life had on us so we thought we'd find the key in each other...
23-Fooled by her beauty, like Icarus we flew too close to the Sun and forgot the glowing orb of desire does burn
24-You developed a blister in your ******  that needed nine months for the doctors to help it out of you, if we squeezed it prematurely you could bleed to death... and the catechist's voice kept reminding me that doing so was itself a sin...
25-I was too young to understand that such blisters didn't ****, and the law didn't help...
26-My father didn't tell me it took pleasant pain to be him, or he probably did but I was deafened by hormones
27-Your mother said she told you and you kept contradicting, she hit you everyday and my testosterone couldn't take it... so I hit her for you, you hated me and I ran away.
28-We never loved each other, we were all running away from something, and we mistook us for a destination...
29-You had big dreams, I even had bigger dreams, the two kept sparking each time we tried to connect...
30-You squeezed a boy out of you and left him at the mercy of his blind grandmother and the tickles of cuddling infesting jiggers...
31-I blame you for having me disowned and ending my education, you blame me for everything.
32-You moved to the city, so did I... Met someone else, so did I.
33-We meet once in a while and you act like Miss world and I keep silent because I don't even have words for you.
34-Am working to get my son, you're doing everything to keep him a secret forgetting that some secrets can never be hidden, especially those with a mouth...
36-I wished I had never known you, you hated that I took your virginity...
37-Once in a while you return to my bed and I gladly welcome you, after which you cry and I comfort you
38-That's all we can be to each other now, a consolation for the melancholic love lives we are experiencing.
39-We both hate that we are apart but know we can't be together
40-For like it was before, we know everything about love but nothing about loving...

One of the hardest things in his life was explaining why he loved her,
it was like trying to explain the taste of water...
You know it, you feel it, you cherish it, but just can't place the right words...
the depth of his affection for her shallowed the ocean,
it was too deep even for him to understand how he got himself into such an endless abyss,
never the less, he would fall even deeper for her,
if he could do it all over again for she was worth every pain.

Nobody remembers the losers but not even a million years
will make me forget the passion and the tears
it was not just a game, it was totally hard work
albeit chances weren't capitalised besides the bad luck
You're one player who hasn't had it easy of late
but I hope you don't second guess yourself for the errors of fate
I have never shed a tear because of sport
but yesterday I did for your tears broke my heart
You may never read this, maybe you've seen worse
but as one of your biggest fans, I couldn't let these words pass
It's a pity about yesterday, when the best was not lucky enough
such cruelty, the game is sometimes unfairly rough
so I will always remember the tears after centuries
just as I remember that equaliser at Camp Nou
that you were among those who won at Munich
the emotions that day were equally unique
I wanted a repeat for you yesterday and truthfully
much as you didn't impact as much as the younger you would
at least you won them a chance to level it earlier
it was missed, maybe destiny played part or nerves
but I'll never forget that moment, the torment
No body remembers losers so I'm gladly a nobody
who will tell your side of the story every time I get the chance
it equally hurt, the win going the other way for the second time
it equally made my heart lose its rhythm and rhyme
but like Wenger often says, next time better
for failures often season the triumphs sweeter
Tell Diego he's wrong, colchoneros will always remember
the fight and spirit depicted until the fateful surrender
I will always remember.

I swore I would forget about you
that I would pick up the pieces
and move on without looking back
that I wouldn't let you see my despondent tears
you didn't want to run back into my arms out of pity
so I couldn't look back even when it killed me inside
especially when I heard your suppressed silent sobs.
I promised to move on, to find someone else
fully aware we were bad for each other
and I tried, I've been trying since but without triumph
I gave you my word I wouldn't remember the osculation
for my moods had a fatality embedded in their oscillation
it was better for us to be as far apart as the constellation
judging from how much you implored me to forget your kisses
and foolish dreams as you referred, like you being my Mrs
and I obeyed even when my heart stopped me
it was what you wanted but I'm the one terribly haunted
I promised to always look the other way when we meet
albeit it was obvious I would still see you in my mind
you made me promise to block you and forget you existed
you ensured I did it no matter how much I resisted
I've tried to fulfil all but saying I'm succeeding would be a lie
missing you is all I've done since we said goodbye
we agreed to stick to the promises and creed
but I so much regret being party to such a cruel deed
we couldn't make it together,that I know
but it's breaking my heart even while oceans apart
and I can't stop wishing we had tried to sail a little more
we were bad for each other but I'm starting
to think bad was good enough and it's startling
how will I fall for someone else when haven't
even touched the ultimate end in the abyss of you?
why should I make more promises that I know aren't true?
we agreed to never open up closed chapters
that made us weep,I feel the tears were better than laughter.
so tell me then,how should I forget the only thing that will ever count?
why should I keep lying to myself when it's clear
loving you was, is and will always be the only thing I'm good at?

Must we wait for stars when our love seems enough to light the way
can't we be moons for the nights, shall we keep waiting for the day?
are we going to enjoy the beams from our eyes
or just remain poles apart longing for the moment beaming sun will rise?
must we always wait for sleep  just so we finally dream
can't we conciously dare to dream about letting our passion scream?
shall we wait for Oceans to dry,can't we build bridges
will the door of our affinity last that long on these rusty hinges?
are we enough for each other or are we going to hunger and thirst
won't we question us all the time or will we completely count on our trust?
Won't we crumble and stumble in the dark caves and stormy waves
will we stick together even when karma turns us to slaves?
must we wait for the saddened birds to sing their songs
can't our hearts sing in appreciation of finding where they belong?
won't we keep dreaming of finding a better place to live in
if we can't make a better place of the historical cities within?
will we forgive each other when we make mistakes
won't our humanity and faults determine the long this takes?
why wait for the joys to write poetry and stories of romance
can't we pen every dance, delightful or sad by any chance
Can't we do everything it takes to be closer than this
shall wishes be our embrace and virtually flying forever our kiss?
will we be able to endure the long while we only have us at Heart
until it's no longer like that, until we cease to be oceans apart?
can we always press restart when we pause and when we hurt
won't we fail to pick up, and at the first fall this love might depart?
must we wait till we have enough cash to own mansions and yacht
can't we find content in the little,in starting together from scratch?
will we hike up the hill together, toil and sweat for the fruits
shall another remain down the foot and look on as one perspires?
will we extinguish our flames or just embrace the burning desires
shall we seal the cracks,won't we look on whilst
they tear further into canyons and consequently mute the lutes?
must we wait for the mango of our attraction to ripen
shouldn't we peel the bitter Exocarp and with salt eat the endocarp raw?
can't we make the best of the opportunities that are open
instead of looking on at the flowers of us waiting for them to grow?
must we wait to follow in the footprints of tales of true love
can't we just pave a way to a new plot ,one we deserve?
must we painfully wait for the engagement ring to decide
shouldn't we be jumping onto the motorboat of life and enjoying the ride?

I think I trusted you from the start... it was as easy as that...
For some reason you appealed to my heart
It was like wearing my favourite shirt
I didn't have to over think like I always do
You asked me for my Facebook name and I gave it to you
I would have lied but I honestly replied
I'm not sure... but I think my sixth sense already knew
that for all the doubts I have in my life,
I only had to meet and know you.
I understand, it's a big burden to be trusted
To hold one's heart in your palms but the idea that I have one worth my faith calms
so just let me have this one joy
If it goes wrong I'll know life always ends that way for me
I won't blame you, I promise... because I now know you would never hurt me intentionally and you're worth any hurt
you're Delilah, worth pillars crumbling and castles breaking apart
All I mean is don't be afraid,
whatever is meant to go wrong will whether I trust you or not...
*So let's just believe we aren't going to hurt each other my love... we're not...
we're not going to drift further than we're ..
we are not going to drown in the waves
We are not going to bury us in graves
We are not going to take very different ways
I don't care what destiny says
We're not going to let the world come in between
We're going to stick too close that even air won't find way
we're going to be one thing until the end
I know it's wishful thinking
but as long as we believe,it will be okay
let's raise the sails,and steer for this ship's never sinking

I wrote this piece seated on a skin irritating lawn
maybe it was a plastic table but itching was how it felt
while desperately begging fate to an extent I almost knelt
because I was totally exhausted and bitterly alone

I wrote this whilst I still lifted the desolation load
I guess you were on your way then but coming the toad
while I was deadbeat with no arms to take me aboard
I wrote this long before the song of our romance would download

I wrote this while I was engrossed, battling school
in a kraal of beauty yet shockingly a lonesome bull
I think at the time you still owned a plastic doll
when I totally doubted there was even the slightest of chance I'd ever fall

I wrote this piece evading sleep for the fear of creepy dreams
tears cascading down my eyes like fountains down the streams
consequent to the ache underneath every emotional scar
and doubting our encounter would ever occur

I wrote this relieving the imaginary side to my story's end
too boring a love story to predict what lay beyond the bend
something deduced from the notes my heart would send
even before you were a stranger let alone a friend

I wrote this before we met courtesy of a surprisingly considerate fate
before I'd dare imagine that lass in my fantasy was you
when I saw no difference twixt love and hate
and so much disbelieved that people are capable of staying true

I wrote this long before overcoming my insecurities and doubt
then when my soul was but a creepy dark empty place
prior setting eyes upon the flamboyant heavenly face
when I clearly saw no possibility of making out*

then when passion and romance were just a myth
when the sharp two sided sword of my affection was hidden in its sheath
when my heart was my mind and mind was my heart
Believe me, I wrote this when we were still by destiny set apart

All I ask of the road is an opportunity to meet you again
And all I ask of you is chance to atone causing you pain

You fed me on love but never taught how to survive
when the times of drought come, and ultimately, they did arrive
you planted roses of promises all over the garden of my heart
florets I was fooled to believe would bloom just like that
why didn't you ever tell me that roses only bloomed in the abundance of rain
so at least I'd water my soul in such moments rather than see the flowers of hope in my heart whither in pain
you held my hand for so long, never gave me a single chance to learn
how to trudge the boulevard of desolation, not once did you let me walk alone
you dressed me in the warm sweat shirt of your tight embrace
like I'd wear it for forever, like I'd wear it until it is all tattered and old
Never ever did I ever imagine someday you'd peel it off and leave me in cold
you hugged me so selflessly, smiled that I forgot how to live without the face
You took me swimming in the deep end of the Oceans of romance
yet didn't tell me that I survived the perilous adventures by chance...
You taught me how to dance, how to listen to music and let flow through and thrive
but didn't tell me that once you left the same symphony would leave me barely alive
You encouraged me to always make memories no matter the cost
if only I had known those memories would return taunting like a Gothic ghost
haunt my mind and leave me hopeless and lost,
like a rudderless ship washed by waves to some unknown coast
to an extent, I'd pray for a down pour of amnesia to wash away the things a valued most
Maybe you should have warned me that love was sweet and sour
that it is a beautiful rose but does fade like any other beautiful flowers
that even if we were a bed of roses even roses have spiky thorns
and that Hearts fracture so bad much as they bear no bones...
You should have told me fairy tales were merely stories we were told to find sleep
that much as you were mine to hold, it was no guarantee you were mine to keep...
you should have told me all the secrets you concealed and the dark side you hid
maybe I wouldn't have believed you then, but it probably could have hurt less than it actually did

I will give you the rose of my love, it's you to choose whether to water
it with faith or pluck it with doubt, I will give the bone of my truth
it's you to protect it or hammer it to little splinters...
here's the pen of my dreams, we can write some pages together,
it can be a story of now or a story of forever...
I will tell you all my fears so that you can choose
whether am the gamble you want to take or not.
I'll show you the forgotten path to the depth of my emptiness
you'll decide if that emptiness deserves to be filled or not
and if the bruises and scars you found deserve to be healed
Not everyone will see the gem in the labyrinth of a Gemini
that's why am an open book so that you see every bit of me
for the one thing I crave beyond love is to be understood...

Goodbye at hello?Done before we parted
was we over,I mean before we started?

There Was A Long Month Called January
Which Filled All  with untold constrain and worry!
Tired of her scotching haze right from her beginning...
everyone ached for her end that was never beckoning
That Hell of A Long Month Called January

Did you know that gold is dug and washed out of muck?
You miss a lot attaching so many strings
for the so many terms attached and conditions
just limit the talent you are likely to capture
As an intending or a yet to be business consultant
I honestly believe the inefficiency we see is resultant
and consequent to the boxes we create
thereby numbing the personnel our recruiting and selection curates
Don't get me wrong on this but even if I had a first class
I would not find joy being an employee to such an employer
seldom do our results show our capability
especially in the developing nations where our results
are usually subject to lots of questions
What I mean is I would grudgingly take up such jobs
where aspects like a master's degree is an added advantage
for to me I believe in the semi skilled, degrees and diplomas being vintage
this being the main reason I might take up a job to manage the HR
to prove to the world that today's academia doesn't define who we are
I'm not saying that if a company hires me I'll hire failures
No, all I'm saying is sometimes extremes are dangerous
like Wilde put it, too much is as bad as too little
Let's put away these archaic and very conservative measures
and emphasise aspects like talent and character strength
Not every good medical student obviously becomes a good surgeon
not even do good literature scholars turn into good authors or poets
We have to start realising that some go to places to survive
we seldom choose the places we end up in but endure to be alive
We need to be better employers to find better employees
in my company, the papers will not be as vital
as the man in the suit, let's not take life as a bible
especially in the business world where things often go strange
those greater than us adopted the basics for that was their change
we shouldn't keep walking in their footprints
We can find jungles and propagate our own path
leave our prints and set pace for the fresh dynamo to power generations
A million employers are going to miss me because of such rigidity
I've been a mediocre business student and I admit
I could not hit the pinnacle of preset peak for I had my limits
but I'm going to be one of the greatest transformers of my time
You can take this for pride or just another rhyme
someday these so called egocentric first class employers
will hire me to enlighten their classic fraternity
on the different ways we the open minded weave
our learned with the inborn to function as an entity
so to my would be employers... do not fall for the anchor heavy vitaes
neither should you be fooled by the experienced suits and ties
I'll come to knock clad in my miserable second hand shirt
with dusty shoes, with my collar sweat marred with dirt
but beware there's always more to every story than told by the cover
don't be hood winked to go picking like you'd choose a lover
to leave out the seemingly ugly asset for **** liabilities
cause those predefined sample spaces omit so much abilities
destroy the box,set no boundaries to let every sailor try out their luck
business is a Sea with so much in the uncharted to see
we risk fazing out boundaries but the essence of business is ecstasy
we ain't experienced but carry a flame denied to some used embers
whose blaze can fuel success in the egoistic business chambers
We can't stick to ancien methodologies to castrate the bull
for we can set up our own modern and operational dominion
no hard feelings, I'm just an enthusiast airing his opinion
Peace, straight outta the Makerere business school.

Still struggling to tell myself how fine I was
Remembering I was one without flaws
I had a life before you,but why's it hard after?
Is it cause you left tears where you found laughter?
Is it cause I can't even eat?
Is it?

It's not about what was
or what's to come.*
That it is about what it is...
Yet to me, it's never about what it is
I am what was and might become what's to come.
The past made me, maybe the future might change me...