Tomorrow I might be the answer.
Mysterious and transparent as water,
Biting as salt,
Never quite the same.
When I lead, I follow
I serve when I lead.
I seek no revenge or shelter,
Free of dogma and shadow,
Through the whims of your consciousness
I am.
Wrapped in controversy,
Enlightened by desire,
Decisively planting seeds of joy,
Patiently building a bold empire
Of my truth and possibility,
Could you read me as I am?
Poetically yours,
Could you read me as I am?
Poetically yours,
©REBELLICCA, 2018
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