Identity

“What’s in a name?
That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”

I am me
I am my name

Twinkling eyes—two twins
Haughtily looking upon the world
Opening, closing, as if
Mourning the passing of Time
As it crawls swiftly by
Softly, silently, slyly

I think, therefore
I am what I want to be

A musician, sighing sweetly on strings
Neverending, while those who do not care
Gesture, grimace and giggle huddled in a corner.

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