Thursday, December 26, 2013

Nameless

 

I take vows that I don't spell

I make promises that I don't tell

I don't say all, not much about me

I show only what you can see

I have long stories if you can read

I don't push if you forbid

I can play ball but I don't play doll

I can strike a goal but I'm not know-it-all.

 

I seem stupid, I seem foolish

I crave to learn better, I strive to polish

I seem to have talents, I seem to have spunk

I have my setbacks, I might have sunk.

 

I hate the mirror; don't look at it at times

I comb my hair, taking time singing rhymes

I often go on diet, make veggies a religious must

I don't care fat, I eat junk fast

I give a damn to what I wear; I put on anything that's near

I, at times, press my clothes, dress like I love myself the most.

 

I shush and listen, I blush, get smitten

I talk non-sense, I make sense, I get smart, and I get tensed.

I shout curse that I don't mean

I stand by opinions none can ruin

I can be fiery in a debate, honest and blunt straight

I can be kid-alike and amused, enthused and bemused.

 

I might fight back if I see you out-tracked

I might protest if I find your facts whacked

I might sit silent, smile to my inner self

I might let you wander with your imaginary elf

I might be the heart of the conversation you're making

I might be lost with a thread of thought that's lingering.

I might be a how; I might be a why

I don't fit into a definition even if the best you try.

 

 

I care if you care to feel

I am there if we have had a deal

I can always take the first step

I might not move forward if I don't see you prep

I still don't step back; I don't regret

I do look back but I don't repent

I might take a turn in the road

I might pick a flower; I might pick a sword

I still won't step back; I won't regret

I might look back but I won't repent

I am free and I do fly

I do get rooted; I do get high

I might be a how; I might be a why

I don't fit into a definition even if the best you try.