The illusion of I.


Sometimes stifled, sometimes baffled, sometimes sad,

sometimes silly, sometimes mad.

Sometimes giddy –

and most-of-the-time without a fucking clue what to do –

but with a little bit of let-go



in me,

it’s okay.


We are made to be afraid and face our fears anyway.

We are made to care and at the same time not care.

We are made to share.


And as we dance our cares

into the nights –

and sing our hearts out


over fires and spills –

it is so:

we come out of this earth

and glow!