I do not know how old I am!
Or even if I am old, enough to nibble on the fair share.
Of this thing that, ever since I realized myself in this body have chased.
I caught it.
Once or twice,
I don’t have it.
My head aches.
So hard!
I know my heart might be brewing stupidity.
My head aches because my mind wants out!
Even I agree.
I have had enough.
What would you do reader?
Answer me or I will take a fold. My heart has the strength to bully us all!
I have guards with boots.
I have to guard this heart.
My mind fights and my body pretends.
While I sit on my false throne trying to nibble.
Like a country mouse.
I am afraid it is a game I’ll always lose.
With a heart so fierce, it turns many into ash.
Turns paper to ash, wood to ash.
It makes stone stronger, or weaker.
Depends.
Just remember and never forget,
I will remain to be,
~Koome Manyara~