I love me

by rozmanshah on May 4, 2014. Rozmanshah, All rights reserved

My mind is made of dirty mud dipped deep down inside an ancient tin mineMy perspective is almost always skewed upright, uptight with airy sculpted foresightMy opinion is of no consequence to ants, rats and minions claiming views of the city, the flats and the pavilionsAnd whatever and whenever I breatheI breathe you

I am nowhere to be found yet I am neverwhere to begin withWhenever I'm about to lose myself, I'm bound to found youMy surroundings are my distant playground, shanty dance floors and lonely parksI am free whenever I choose to chained myself to youMy stomping, my kicking, my violent tendency smothered me to a delicate submissivenessTo you

I am the airplane, the big balloon and everything in betweenI am the air, the star and all that is beautifulI am that recurring dreams you had on countless nightsI am not youYet I am youBreathe me breathe you I love you