Nobody knows me,

Not even myself

I meet people everyday

I talk , I laugh , I smile

Others say that I lie.

 

I’m complicated, orphic

 hard to understand

Just like the way we don’t know                                                                                                                      what happens in between the oceans.                         

 

I’m an arcane,

Have a mind as weird as wonderland,

As calm as a river,

As raging as a storm

As quite as a forest,

As aesthete as an art

As mysterious as                                                                                                                                               the space between the stars

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Under the sky, we count the stars

I’m a mess, we all are

And I’m proud to be imperfect,

 imperfectness is beauty

Imperfectness is the invisible evidence                                                                                                                    of being a human being

Even the gods are imperfect,

How can I not be?

How can you not be?

How can they and we not be?

 

We all are similar but different,

We all are common but unique,

It is just the way you are,

And it is just the way am I.