You See, This is it
Let me be myself, and be proud of myself, my mind a scape of soaring butterflies, with pictures so vivid a landscape. I had been cut, sliced, and severed, events visited and left, and ages, and phases left me scarred, off the butterflies which unfurled in the valleys. Let me be my self, my self, I don't mean you and you and you, any harm! Let me live in silence, a pacific silence, so dull like a sand in meditation for memories to cherish. Let me sway in freedom, be my own kind, a kind, that could leave memories in writing, for you to read and realize that I do not mean any harm for you, you, nor you. Let me be my bird a whirling wings in my wind. and sweep up the seas with damsel waves till horizons. Let me be myself this life, just for this life, and for the beauty which it beholds, Let me be with my life.