An Act That's All Me
A lover.
Caring for all that come my way, human or animal or plant
except for ants.
And mosquitos.
And weeds.
Almost with a motto of “no being left behind”.
Call me, and I’ll talk.
E-mail me, and I’ll type.
Mail me, and I’ll write.
No distance is too far for me to bridge to help you get better.
A fighter.
Further,
Faster,
Higher.
My goals are my goals,
no matter the status quo,
no matter the “traditional ways”.
I want to go to space? Be an engineer? Do karate?
You better look out
because nothing will stand in my way to what I want.
Never tell me I can’t
because, no matter what
I will.
Failure
is not an option.
Yin and yang,
swirling together.
Almost confusing, illogical, crazy
Like a three-year-old’s finger painting canvas.
But nevertheless, balanced.
Quite an act,
an act that’s all me.
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