There is this independent part of me
That can never quite grow old...

When the light goes out, in his eyes
Grey flat jelly stairs blankly...

I have this innate ability to slip seamlessly
Through the cracks between my personalities...

Pass me the salt please...

The fire in my mind never goes out
I am someone who has lived life...

At the heart of freedom
Lies the pulse of “hope...

sitting at the table of life
the truth of my blood; my heritage...