Becoming

I’m thinking of becoming,
I’m thinking of becoming.
I gave it a hard thought,
Harder than I have,
When I have wondered if you’ll ever really see me for who I am.

Harder than when I tried to root for you.
Anyways!
I’m thinking of becoming,
Many things.

Amongst others,
I’m thinking of becoming
Like the drop in ocean,
Lost without an identity.
A drop of the rain,
Having no meaning once it hits the floor.

A bee,
A butterfly,
Breaking free,
Breathing sweet nectar.

“What about a cloud?” you ask,
Well, yes, free and formless.

I’m thinking of becoming unattached.

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