I Love Me
My mind is made of dirty mud dipped deep down inside an ancient tin mine
My perspective is almost always skewed upright, uptight with airy sculpted foresight
My opinion is of no consequence to ants, rats and minions claiming views of the city, the flats and the pavilions
And whatever and whenever I breathe
I breathe you
I am nowhere to be found yet I am neverwhere to begin with
Whenever I'm about to lose myself, I'm bound to found you
My surroundings are my distant playground, shanty dance floors and lonely parks
I am free whenever I choose to chained myself to you
My stomping, my kicking, my violent tendency smothered me to a delicate submissiveness
To you
I am the airplane, the big balloon and everything in between
I am the air, the star and all that is beautiful
I am that recurring dreams you had on countless nights
I am not you
Yet I am you
Breathe me breathe you I love you
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