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.