I wish I had read all the classics of the time,
I wish I could quote each of them in nine
but I am an Illiad illiterate
I wish I were truly free
a duffle bag and a car of full of possessions
is all I would be
And if I could be anything I would wanted to be
I would be a full-time writer, a part-time lover bee
But I have to make dough to survive and thrive
to please them whom I do not like
to buy those things that I do not need
with the money I don’t deed
I long for the long open roads
I like a good scenery
I like summer rain and I love sunny days too
I am a city girl at heart
Those buildings, concrete, and people hustling by,
and always something to do
I love the spirit
But I am intuned with nature too,
I am intuned with its silence as much as I prize my solace
If I like leather, I also love lace
If I love flying kites, I also feel sad for the birds cut and injured
for my pleasures and tastes
sometimes I feel, that maybe I am too aware
sometimes I feel oblivious of what I say
I cannot face the consequences of my wrongdoings
I cannot duck from love
I cannot leave anyone in pain
Yet there is a side to me, soo bitter so cold
That does not believe in fair play
Who can do absolutely anything
But then wonder, at last
Alas! was it worth it after all?
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