Am I a creature by design,
Or monster by my birth?
Do I make of myself an animal;
With what little I know of myself;
Do Greek fountains wash me of my origins,
And beckon me to the earth,
With what little I do know of myself;
With what little I have learned.
To walk beside the strawberry leaves,
Questions my existence to be;
If I realize not too late that I am, forever,
Human, is it possible to change?
Updated 21st May 2013 at 03:14 PM by SwampertShoes