I act like a forlorn traveller from a far off land
who belongs everywhere and nowhere.

I act like a child who
finds joy even in the littlest of things.

I act like a dancer who
forgot his steps.

I act like a singer with
a bad throat.

I act like a human
who enjoys simple pleasures.

I act free
the kind that people often associate with lunacy and question my sanity.

I act like myself.
A lone star burning bright in the sea of darkness.

~Pacific Wolf