Who am I?
Free I am.
A parachute of liberation.
Arms wide open
I take my thumping heart with me
Into a destination of surprise.
What wings can I grow
If I succumb to the sincerity of stability?
What am I?
A wanderer I am.
With an endless appetite.
Path to path, I saunter,
Craving for the full in wonder.
On a hungry expedition
Keen to take every bite out of chance.
What cleverness will my eyes consume
If they are seduced by the slyness of starvation?
When am I?
The roads I take.
I stare straight into the pupils of fear.
No blink of hesitation
Scares away my plight.
The victory that stands for my name
Gives me courage to carry on.
To walk with caution
Across the thin lines of obscurity.
What lessons of limitlessness will my mind digest
If I linger on the lack of living?
If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…