What are you?
A deck of cards, always a surprise,
Or a consistent dab of glue?
Who are you?
Do you bloom and break like a rising sun,
Or keep a lock of your feelings for no one?
When are you?
Is it when you’re an isolated island,
Or from the night to day, bathed in light?
Are you?
Are you able to be you?
Not what they say, for they aren’t true.
A deck of cards, always a surprise,
Or a consistent dab of glue?
Who are you?
Do you bloom and break like a rising sun,
Or keep a lock of your feelings for no one?
When are you?
Is it when you’re an isolated island,
Or from the night to day, bathed in light?
Are you?
Are you able to be you?
Not what they say, for they aren’t true.
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