Snowflake
Make yourself a snowflake,
an identity of your on
one that tells who you are and how much you've grown
One that expresses what you like
and just how high you've flown
I hate these new egos that we create for ourselves.
They last and last beyond death,
but they're the same, society-carved grains of sand.
Infinite,
everlasting,
the same.
Make a snowflake
mortal,
numbered,
unique.
We are numbered, we are not the same, as much as we try to make it so.
Be a snowflake, ignore the sand.
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
