I have temperament, I have flaws and nothing great to show.
No power, no guide
Just a figment and shadow, part of mortal life.
I will not leave behind any legacy,
Like thousand lost soul, soon to be forgotten turn into ashes and dust.
I choose my own prerogative;
To live
To love
To laugh.
Not a caged bird mourning for freedom
Nor a mannequin to please your soaring eyes.
I am the lust of my own desire.
I am the muse of my own story.
I am ordinary, I am imperfect.