Can I be the sun ray,
that brightens in many ways,
of the day that shines through,
all natural and ever glowing.
Can I be the cuckoo song,
that sets a tune without grammar,
of the lilting music to deaf ears,
all soothing and wonder inducing.
Can I be the thought,
that worships another thought,
of the superior one that I believe in,
all powerful and hope filling.
Can I be the rocky mountain,
that stands tall without emotion,
trapping the dark clouds in its arms,
ever calm and meaningfully inspiring.
Can I be the fancy mirror,
that shows my reflection without a bias,
keeping its judgment to itself,
so, I can answer finally, “who am I?”?
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Can I be the sun ray,
that brightens in many ways,
of the day that shines through,
all natural and ever glowing.
Can I be the cuckoo song,
that sets a tune without grammar,
of the lilting music to deaf ears,
all soothing and wonder inducing.
Can I be the thought,
that worships another thought,
of the superior one that I believe in,
all powerful and hope filling.
Can I be the rocky mountain,
that stands tall without emotion,
trapping the dark clouds in its arms,
ever calm and meaningfully inspiring.
Can I be the fancy mirror,
that shows my reflection without a bias,
keeping its judgment to itself,
so, I can answer finally, “who am I?”?