I seem to be a mouth, but really I am an ear
be careful of what you sayforI will pick up hansel’s crumbs.
I seem to be bold, but really I am italic
to be a leaf when I want to be a tree
grown from a seed of rebellion.
I seem to be naïve, but really I am wise
still, it’s hard not to fall behind in the race
to stumble and lose the prize.
I seem to be a story, but really I am a memory
takingthe cookies from the oven, I think
what is life these days?