Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

It's up to me to solve the puzzle 
Of how to answer the question 
What am I ?
When the real question should be who I'm I ?

I dream I was a bird,strong and brown and fast
with feathers tipped magenta and gold,
I pumped my wings then fly 
over the desert
and sea.

The air filled my lungs 
the wind lifted my wings 
higher and higher
Over the mountains
And above the clouds,
The moon grew large,
And I stretched to touch it,

It's not about what it's who I am
I solved my puzzle you solve you're