Changes of the Heart
I’m nothing
I’m something;
A breeze and a rock.
I’m elegant,
But awkward
And nothing can shock.
It’s stupid,
It’s brilliant.
The wisest voice in me?
It’s a riddle,
It’s an answer
Almost impossible to see.
I’m a surface,
I’m an ending,
I’m an eternity bending.
I am me,
I am he,
And everything she wants to be.
This is nothing
No, it’s something;
A breeze hitting a rock.
I’m elegant
And never awkward,
Nothing ever shocks,
No longer stupid
But brilliant,
The wisest voice in me.
A riddle
With an answer,
And now I can see.
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