My brain is my heart

Words are my soul

I wish to do what I want

Not to do what I’m told

A diamond in the flesh

But invisible to all

It takes true one to know one;

To see far beyond

My outer skin

And to instead see my words

My thoughts, my emotions

To see my heart; what’s within

Everyone shines

When put on display

A true ornament

Trapped in a gilded cage

But I wish to be wild and free

To go on adventures

To figure out

What makes me me

I want to travel the world

With a book in hand

Writing on borrowed time

In a small coffee shop

The sun bright

The morning air cold

Dew drops forming

With stories waiting to be told

I wish to write

More than my words can express

I simply have too many thoughts

Running in my head

My brain is my heart

Words are my soul

I will let my feet wander

And guide me back home