The world is carved onto one’s face
One’s eyes are stars, one’s soul is space
One’s mouth is small, eroded cave
But when it speaks, it speaks for days.
One’s smile is bright, just like the sun
One’s hair is long, color of rum.
And when one leaves, one leaves no trail
One’s ego tastes of ginger ale.
One’s colorblind but dreams in colors
One sings a lot, just like one’s mother
One lies too much, just like one’s father
One’s never late, he cares for others.
One does forgive, one does forget
One laughs a lot, one gets upset
One dreams for days and dreams for nights
One’s young and old at the same time.
One’s tears are crystal, crystal clear
But not of anger, grief or fear
One’s tears that fall are tears of bliss
Of love and hope and happiness.
The ones that don’t, are acid rain
Polluted with one’s grief and pain
But one is strong, as mountains are
Although eroded inside out.
But that’s how beauty comes to life
Destructive forces breathe new life
Perfection lies in imperfections
And life and death are merely questions.
One doesn’t bother with such lies
One lives to love and travels wide.
One loves to dance to sounds of strings
One speaks a thousand languages.
He learned them all but still seeks on
For someone that can speak one’s own.
