My Thoughts During Class

Mirror

Who am I?

Someone royal or deviant?

If what I wear defines me, then who am I?

If what I listen to defines me, then who am I?

If what I like defines me, then who am I?

Do we still live an era of cliquishness?

Then let me sleep; wake me up the next century.

Can black not be blended with white?

Can't one enjoy things of different worlds?

Can't I enjoy the night-sky and also love the sunrise?

Or is that not who you want me to be?

Robots exist, just not found in this.