I am not special I am a human with eyes Who sees the world with bias and pride
Silence Dancing in silence is a freedom No beat No sound No rhythm Directing my body to move No dancing to another’s tune Myself included Just me in an empty and silent room
Paper Crane
I am a paper crane I stand on my own Head and wings turned upwards Making up for my lack of color or pattern Because if I unfold I become flimsy and dull A thin piece of paper With a flat and static form Fold me into something pretty Fold me into something sturdy Fold me into something with a personality
Sloth
How dare sleep Take me from reality How dare sleep Apologize with a dream How does sleep think That it could compare To the sun that I drink To the wind in my hair To the grass on my feet To the sounds of life everywhere How dare sleep Claim to be Better than reality