I dont.

They say I have a way with words,
In all honesty, I don’t.

They think I prefer the life of silence,
In my thoughts, I don’t.

Some see me cold some rigid,
In my bents, I don’t.

Some see me giving some see me take,
Be empty, I won’t.

Endlessly strong, relentlessly moving,
Linger, I don’t.

They see me as a believer of destiny,
Rest, I don’t.

To be continued, may be.