I am
Without roots
No reality
To hold on to
No past and no future
Always present
Always aware
Of the emotional circumstances
And my vivid dreams
My crazy illusions
And according to some people;
Unrealistic visions
What is unreal anyway?

I am
Free
Of burdens
Free
Of materialistic possesions
Free
At heart

I need no one
To tell me
Who I am
And my sense of belonging
Might be an issue
But
I rather be alone
Then to build a nest
In another human being
I rather run free
With whoever wants to come along

I am
Wild
My mind is clear
My goals are high
Self-reflection
Not self-destruction
And with the years
I've learned
To fall in love
With the clarification
Of the artist within

I am
A statement
Of mess
Of color
Of emotional life
As clear as the corall reef
As cold as the desert at night
As dimensional
As the amount of planets existing
Around one new born star
We yet have no clue about