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yamaguchikinnie

3 months ago

no shape, no form.

I stare at the vanity

Yet, My eyes aren't looking

All that is there for me to see is a figure

It blurs and blurs I still cannot figure

No shape, no form

I must reform

How? It’s said souls flow into creeks

Taking the shape they please

But I cannot fit into a mold

I have no definition

Nothing worthy of attention

Maybe this is how it’s meant to be

floating around with no destiny

I'll do that for eternity

I'll latch into what I find in front of me

Till one day it tells me it needs me

I don't know who I am

But maybe that's fate

For I aspire to elate within everything

Nothing in this world and its luxuries

Can limit me

I simply am free.