I’ve been known by lots..
identity or not
they hold to me like knots
surely.. but never looked deep in my eyes
i guess you can’t guess what’s in there
the opening to the soul
that i cannot call
nor can you!
not with a clue.
but there’s a need
to be called by my name
not what they called me
but what i am.
i don’t know myself
i don’t know what lies in my eyes
and I don’t know my thoughts
but I do know my name
and it’s ivan
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:52 PM UTC
I’ve been known by lots..
identity or not
they hold to me like knots
surely.. but never looked deep in my eyes
i guess you can’t guess what’s in there
the opening to the soul
that i cannot call
nor can you!
not with a clue.
but there’s a need
to be called by my name
not what they called me
but what i am.
i don’t know myself
i don’t know what lies in my eyes
and I don’t know my thoughts
but I do know my name
and it’s ivan
am I still alike?
