Who am I?


Some people want to race,
others to stop,
my brain is still spinning,
my body is not.

my eyes want the world,
my feet want the ground,
my fingers a blanket,
my ears some sound.

my transposed oppositions,
my body's ying-yang,
my thoughts always winding,
The wind just the same.

and others might know,
just who they are,
I do and I don't,
but I shoot for the stars.
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idbailey23

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