Looking for my (S)elf


Looking for my (S)elf


Because I am the long-haired poet

and the teenager,

that visited Sartre


and Jim,


and loved them both the same.


And I am the little kiddo

who believed anything

and everything


was possible;


and still is.


And I am the young

madman

who touched the mystery,


and the had his wings burned by the sun.


And I am the wannabe saint,

who drowned in "sin"

and loved every second of it.


And I am the Magician

and the Master

of signs and symbols,


and a (not so) humble

servant;


still looking for his way


Home.


I am the perfect imperfection


and everything


in


between.


I am poetry

and I am Magic.


And I am

a simple bloke


walking a dog.


Reading out his poems to the stones


getting ready


to JUMP


again.




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