THE COSMIC SPRING

My eyes twinkle not twice or thrice but a thousand times;

People always slay me with their snitch,

Even when I am going to take the plunge, they witch;

It feels like I'm pelted and they are garroling me,

With all these battering I stoically stitch;

I know I'm just a wee bairn

And not a sun shine to shine all day without a blink,

I know I'm made from the grime of yours

And the cosmos you let me through the moors;

But I can't zefron through all your thoughts,

Now it's my time to speak my thoughts!

I'm not one among the ensemble,

Or a marble that shines like a porcelain,

I'm not a babadook to hook you with me until my demise,

I'm neither a labyrinth to get solved:

I'm me and I ardently love who I am,

I'm not gonna be jostled to distraught by all your thoughts.

I have passed all these years duped myself that I'm one among the gaggle,

But from now I know I'm the star of Sirius!