I am my mother’s daughter,

I am my father’s blood.

I am a fleeting thought yet,

I am a shadow that lurks.

I see the moon and sigh,

I cry when I am hurt.

My mind is filled with memories,

Of the past that I revert.

The sun shines on me blue,

For yellows it is I yearn,

Love is lost on me,

For home my heart does burn.

I stand on crooked feet,

Always ready to turn.

I pace quickly through the present,

My past waits for me to return.

I paint the same painting,

Over and over again.

I run with the same crowd,

I walk in thunder and rain.

I am a step half taken,

Missed, hanging in mid-air.

I am a beat that skips,

When lights change with the flare.

I wish to find my place,

A voice that softly screams.

But it’s all lost on me,

The ways, how one can dream.

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