I am not like the water which flows along the rocks Or the blood that fills my veins with apparent "facts" I am not the potion that you swore you drink You made them turn around me, doubt, and think
No I am **not that.
I am the dirt that fills my very inch Because if you ever see me I promise to never flinch Because in spite the fact that you did that to me I will stay my own canvass and portray what I should really be