What’s in a name…
What’s in a name?,
underneath we’re all the same.
You cut mine and yours and mix it together,
indistinguishable, its always the red color.
I may be fair but you can call me a pseudo,
though it may sound like an innuendo.
You can be from any part, anywhere,
emotions all the same that we share.
I might call her ma and you mom or mum,
relations same, though differently we may hum.
The purpose of the language is to understand,
all sees the same and same it comprehends.
I may sound like a prophet or a seer,
my feelings no different than theirs.
What’s in a name my wise wise peers?,
because of it this world has gone beyond repairs.
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I am not what I say but what you perceive...
I am not what I give but what you receive.//
I am just a normal young fellow,
I am my true self when I am mellow.///
Revealing my self in my thoughts,
telling my state in varied words.//
At the end of the day I am here to fade away,
it's just a matter of time before I sway.///
To be dead and gone,
into oblivion all alone.//
Would leave behind these roads,
traces of me in the form of words.///
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