As the moonlight glistens upon the trees..

My wondering mind starts to wonder.

Not knowing what it foresees.

I start to ponder.

I Ponder upon the thingsI seldom ask-

everyday.

“To be or not to be..that is the question.”

-Shakespeare.

Rumours ’bout me..

All that is hearsay.

Comes no where near.

I am not what you think me to be or ought to be.

I am who I want to be.

Can’t you see?