What One Word Am I
What is my definition of me?
One can't define me by a single word.
But if you ask for many words?
Then it is...
Anarchy with a dash of life
But the truth is ...
There is no real balance to this definition
It is a juggling act
Life's of little tendencies and quirks
There is a rhythm to it.
Life has its highs and lows,
Lefts and rights,
Good times and bad times
Or just
Like an ocean asleep on its waves
While in the eye of the storm
I am that storm
No way around it I destroy and cause change
With a single word I rock my surroundings
Shattering the very fabric on which it was made.
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