My free spirit loves this world
It loves to appreciate art, dance and music
But much more than that, to create!
So I do, I dance to the command of my limbs
I sing the way my voice demands,
Succumbing to my body,
Not concerned how it looks to the outside.
Here I'm not a master
Watching in awe, just a silent by stander.
I paint as my mind feels fancy
I take the photos I find attractive
But bit by bit I realise
As I put myself on display, like the others
That no, I'm really not one of the best.
I hear the unimpressed voices
The chances that have been snatched away
The games I've lost
The competitions I've failed in
The harsh truth undeniably in my face.
So I've stopped, or so you'd think
You'd think I only do what I can
You'd think I don't do it if I don't do it right
But the truth?
All I'm waiting for is a closed box
Open to no eyes
Not even my own!
A closed box to express myself
You wouldn't know, you wouldn't see
How artistically my limbs can flail about
Or the many notes my voice can reach
You'd never know
What my paintings can convey.
And it wouldn't matter, because
I don't care for applause
All I care about is me.
You can make my spirit run, you can make it hide
But it shan't be vanquished.
It'll be subdued when watched
But itll flee out in the darkness to soar about.