I am abstract.
So you’d need to extract,
What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions.
My mind works in creative notions.

Some days I ask- Am I a circle or a square?
Or am I a shape that’s not even there?
Could I be right and wrong at the same time?
Black and White has become a grey line.

I am abstract.
So you’d need to extract,
What facets of my identity are intact?
Which part of me is a falsifiable fact?

Some days I ask- Am I bounded or free?
Or do I even know what it takes to be me?
Could I be anything I set my mind to?
And achieve and succeed at all I do.

I am abstract.
So you’d need to extract
The difference between my future and my past.
And would I be able to say I made it at last.

Some days I ask- is the problem with me or society?
Or am I the change I hope to see quietly.
Could I be a world changer?
Or are my aspirations full of danger.

I am abstract.
So you’d need to extract,
The balance of optimism and pessimism.
Don’t make me live in realism.

 

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