My ears hear what others cannot hear,
small, far away things people cannot normally see are visible to me,
these senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing.
Longing to be rescued, to be completed.
just as a fan needs the wind to roll,
I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone.
I wear my father's shoe, use my mother's pendant,
and belt which is from my uncle,
Just as the flower do not choose its own color,
we are not responsible for what we have come to be.
only once you realise this that you become free,
and to become adult is to become free.
