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I am not the other, I am not afraid
I assert my individuality; I'm not someone else.
I am not the answer to a question you have asked
I don't hold the solution to a question you posed.
My mind didn't turn, my memory stays
My thoughts remain unchanged; my memory endures.
And my time may write, but it still goes up again
Time may pass, but I continue to rise again.
But if love is a hem in the breeze
If love is delicate like a thread in the wind,
It can have its way with me
It has the power to influence and guide me.
My skin, it shivers, my hand, it holds
My skin reacts, and my hand grasps;
I can laugh full-body, I can come in from the cold
I experience joy and warmth, able to find comfort.
I set the table, I admit it's me
I take responsibility; I acknowledge my actions.
I made my own way to wait, but I still say please
I've chosen my path, but I still express humility.
I can write all the way off the page
I can extend my efforts beyond limits,
But I can never answer myself
Yet, I cannot provide answers to my own questions.
What's the use of these things I have made
Reflecting on the purpose of my creations,
They are cords into a realm
They are connections to another dimension.
So I push through the dark to the earth
Overcoming challenges, I move towards reality,
Have a future I can see
Aspiring for a visible future.
If my life is a hem in the breeze
If my life is as fragile as a thread in the breeze,
It can have its way with me
It can shape and influence me as it pleases.
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