not everyone can get a chance to be what they really want to be:
themselves.
always thereŽs a million few who get offended
just like you.
are they jealous,
or is it ambition?
do they want everybody to join their quest to nowhere?
end up like another trophy on a wooden shelf?
disposable.
have you thought of names that would rename me?
a new mask to cover my face?
a new fluid that runs through my body instead of blood?
introduce some kind of cells that would defeat my sensitivity?
change me? what I am, throw it away?
yet, if all of this accomplished,
no drastic change will reach your eyes
or any other sense that might malfunction in you.
youŽll think I havenŽt changed a bit,
not a bit... iŽve just adapted.