My ramblings....

Che.

You've got potential seeping out of your pores
Sinking into the ground beneath your feet
We all wish we could walk in your steps
But they're so far gone
We can't even understand your prints anymore
You're abstract and obscure, how does one become like you?
They like to call you strange, you're curious and untamed
But we watch, still, as your movements amaze
Who are you?

posted by Unknown @ 8:40 PM