you’re bitter and sweet; did you just bite a lime?
i rhyme about my past and the vast universe;
contradictions are a doorway for me to immerse
myself in ideas previously unknown to me;
pick a side, pick a side! i choose my own poetry.
i mean, i pick my own interpretation of reality,
and if you think of that you can deprive me, that’s brutality.
i feel like a sheperd,
and these words are my herd.
elevating like a bird.
i manifest my thoughts onto paper,
for they can’t be heard.
Luka.