I’m myself the most when I’m walking down the avenues
I’m the best I am when the it rains not water but colors instead
There’s nothing wrong with me or you
When the scenes are snarled trees, and headstones loom
I want uneven side walks, rotten cornerstones and crooked steps
I wanted yellow red and orange and the smell of plants before death
I’m myself the most when I am listening to music that moves me
When there are no numbers, long reports or strengths I must determine
Happiness is the breeze, so light that leaves flutter instead of fall
And I’m completed by the earth and dirt and limbs
That make me forget what’s fake
And remember that real is not always pain and hurt
But also joy and notes and naive children laughing