Airing My Lucid Mind
There is a vendetta of thoughts going on within me
But how do I air it out?
I fear if I may orate it, not all might give me their ears
If I may scribble it, not all might scroll their eyes over it.
How do I say all the things within me?
Then I let go of these lucid words into the air,
Off-minding who cares or doesn’t.
My sole aim is
For the world to hear my voice.
Say I’m a bard learning to soar high into the sky
Say, I’m a crescent growing to a moon,
To cheer the cheerlessness of nights
Say I’m water rooting for a path to reach firestorms
And quench them
Say I am a star giving out lustrous glints.
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