Who? What? Where? Why? How?

I am bright yellow.
I run,
sprint,
fly.
I try
to divide
by zero.
I'm just as rational as Pi.
I am ice cream
with chocolate jimmies.
I have a dream,
But I fling words
without
enough
thought.
I leap

to conclusions,
but too often I stay
within
|the lines|
Cracks and lines
of a sidewalk
inspire me –
to look past,
to love,
to see,
to speak
without
the
i
n

s
t
a
b
i
l


i
t
y
of man's curves and angles
of
phrases
that confine me.
I am imprisoned by expectations,
but I am set free,

unchained,

released
by the security of
brilliant,
pure,
yellow
joy.





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