• I am only what I am
    Not any thing more than what you can see
    I am not who you think I am
    Nor who you want me to be
    Stay, dear child, sit dear child
    I will tell you more
    For a memory

    I spin dreams like a spigot spewing thread
    And weave with today’s waters’ colors
    What comes is it
    And I deal with it
    Until the next day come

    Infinity is nigh to me
    And death is but a stream
    Flowing from the beginning to the end
    Before it disappears ‘round the bend

    Thought is only a storybook
    To read at days end
    Before I must go another sleepless night
    But at least I can pretend

    I am only what you are
    Not any thing more than you can see
    I am only who you think I am
    Only who you want me to be