By Myself

It’s just me by myself,
without colorism,
without nationality,
without gender,
i feel soul,
i felt soul as is,
who they recognize,
is how the world explains,
though i float on bye,
avoiding everything to the depths,
to be finally I as Me to my depths,
author myself from a piece of paper,
life from the tree,
everything seems to be from tree,
seaming completely sown-in,
head up walking steps at a time,
times no footprints just wandering,
as it is just me by myself,
no-one understands me as soulful,
the psychology of unknown,
but who cares about your axioms,
i got wisdom in pockets,
full of lent and maybe one day,
i can knit myself freedom,
residing in peace stronger than all elites.