When you will be all grown up?
How will you describe yourself?
I am a writer without any words.
A story nobody heard
I am a voice
A voice without any sound
I am treasure map of
A treasure nobody found
I am a lantern without any light
I am a boxer too much afraid to fight
I am memory
A memory bent out of shape
A childhood already bruised with age
An artist without any paint
I am a deal that everyone breaks
I am a whisper
A secret that nobody keeps
I am an idea
An idea of someone else's dream
I am a farewell that came too soon
I am a hand-me-down that dreams of being new