That Is Me
Born chosen,
in other spheres,
soon landed
where nobody wanted ...
Little sugary I grew up,
little salty I survived
to be kind of impish ...
I'm a fugitive son
from the sea ... being healthy ...
Stout escapist
commitments,
absent goer
of cultural events
intriguing inhabitant
of society ... but
even so intending to me
being a poet, I got here ...
Neither high nor low
meantime...
Neither ugly nor handsome
however ... I don't pay attention to fashion,
but I am inside everything ...
Gone in the years,
without having realized ... yet
I am faithful wanderer with
tired feet and body
sense...
I never wanted luck,
be preferred but with
luck I was always registered ...
I mix healthy and evil
accurately ... I'm almost
pure innocence ... further angel
than a demon by essence ...
But imperfect man
I am still ... I'm sure ...!
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