The one that you sage yourself after you see is not the one you seek.
The environments where you can't speak,
Being overlooked,
Quiet and meek,
Is she a lion or is she a sheep?
It's hard to see what you've never shown.
Breaking past the surface is heavily unknown,
It seems,
To the people,
Places and things I've encountered for the most part until now.
There's been the odd seer,
Doer and dreamer,
Who runs wild amongst the sheep,
Or better yet,
Above and through mountains,
Streamings of things,
Steeped in desire and almost too strong to drink,
The mystique and the honour of the world around us.
Standing in the middle of its design for however much time,
I will not falter on my own name anymore.
I am stronger and more assured,
I will drive hard through the grass,
Pouring rain,
Growing pains and beyond mountains,
Through seas,
If need be,
I am Adriana.
Capable and willing,
Ability overflowing,
Passion over-fulfilling,
I am pouring like the rain,
All the colours,
Experiences,
Names I've heard,
Hearts I've held,
Blames I've taken,
Birds I've seen,
Scrapes on my knees,
Happiness,
Disbelief,
I am chosen to be given light and to distribute through the shallow halls of untimely calls and words unspoken of people who may never understand,
To the fields of open air and breeze where flocked with sheep,
I run through creeks,
My name being called,
I am chosen to hear and see other things on the edges of any ordinary experience and beyond,
Connected to something fruitful and endless.
I am Adriana.