I am but a sharp spear of hope and love,
I am but a thousand words and a million time laughter,
I am the gap to happiness and sadness,
The gap to friendliness and “foeness”,
I am but an angelic instrument of life, an instrument worth more than life itself,
A voice that grasps attention, a song of lyrics unknown to man,
Unknown to the universe.
I am the joy that some seek, the smell of roses in spring,
A self profound being, an extraordinary human being,
I need not to be acknowledged by others,
But the morning birds sing the song of my heart,
I am the pain I felt, the past that I passed by,
A self-profound hero,
A superman in costume by heart and soul.
A bubble among thorns, white surrounded by black.
A hurricane during stormy weathers,
A vision surpassing a dream, a lifetime goal,
I am a tear of laughter, a tear of joy,
An earthly heaven, a pleasure far better than a plate of pasta,
A hit among hits, a beat among beats,
A rhyme that rhymes words rhyming me among them,
I am but a faith I have, faith I scatter the world,
I am the chemistry of human science, a math of emotional hurts,
A river of constant possibilities, of constant positivity.
A fear I still wonder will come my way,
My way of fear beyond the positivity I enclose deeply.
I AM … I AM… I AM!
