I am:
The living sea of waking dreams.
A kaleidoscope, colours trapped within.
A hawk on a hill
the perfect killer.
A piece of apple pie with burnt crust.
Midnight,
quiet and frightening...
like my future.
The violin cover of a rap song.
Global warming,
I am real but few believe in me.
A wounded deer
dropped to the ground like bass in a dubstep song.
A small sapling,
ready to grow.
A one hit wonder,
soon forgotten.
A circle,
no matter how far I get,
I always return to my start.
Onyx,
I gleam like the night sky without stars
I am:
The writer of my Own story.
