I wander aimlessly
through thd grains of time.
I stand on top of the world
and sort out what's mine.
I run through the breeze
and let my mind run free.
My best friend is myself,
for others let me be.
The constant buzz in my ear
has now stopped.
Without my command, the rain,
by no means falls by a drop.
My hair, like the waves of the ocean.
My song as sweet as constant motion.
My skin as soft as the sands of time.
My heart is free to give,
but I give what's mine.
This is my story,
spread it through sea and land
Because I'm proud of who I am.
Shamal Akrayi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-i-am-89/
