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.