I am Who.
Who dares speak the tongue of the forgotten,
For forgotten, that, I am.
Who breathes in the color of the sunset sky,
To paint my life again,
Who dances with the wind and trees,
To a music that only I can hear,
Who sees none further than the clock and the book,
As was the curse of the Future.
I am How.
How I really wanted myself to be,
Seeing the beauty that is to be seen,
Still a child, in heart and spirit,
Whose power is with art,
Whose Love is within Loathing.