Who am I?

Am I the stranger who seeks freedom, in the lone nights at the streets?
Am I the person who is described by their shadow?
Like the moon, who seeks light to be seen.
Or Am I the person who rejoices,
with every tender touch from puppies? 

Am I the cold person, 
who ignores just so you don't repeat?
who just dreams about drifting through the meadow?
And claiming that not a those who are lost are alone as the reason.

Am I the person who is trusted upon to handle eggs?
Am I the person who can soulfully connect to music,
Like its the blood running through my veins.
Am I the person who'll talk to anyone,
No matter their side effects?

Am I the person,
who has many ambitions but lack of execution?
who'll take the crossroad rather than the lane?
Who stutters while making conversation?

Am I what they say down to Earth,
If I can play football in the dirt?
Am I that one sock I end up wearing by daylight,
Or am I that lost sock that wandered around at night?
Am I the person who forgets what's worth? 

Am I the person who'll catch your tears,
And teach you to embrace your fears?
Am I the shoulder you're looking for?
Am I the person who doesn't want to grow?

Am I the person who can make your heart skip a beat?
Am I the friend you look up to and smile just for any bloody reason?
Am I good enough to even be loved?
Or Am I the person who you'll smile at whenever or wherever we meet?

Who am I?
Under the breath, Its still murmured.
Its a question still not answered,
Its an unknown lie.

"There I was, cold, isolated and desperate for something I knew I couldn't have. A solution. A remedy. Anything.
...I hated it. Alone and confused was the last place I wanted to be. Somehow I knew I deserved this." -Brian Krans

My Cupcake.

Come on Gabriela let's go play,
Running around like fools all day.
We'll Smile, howl and rumble,
We'll scream, shout and tumble.

You shriek as if you're gonna blow out fire like dragons.
And you love traveling the world, in your little wagon.
You tap, box and punch to your own rhythm,
To the back of my guitar, like it's your drum.

You've got such lovely hair.
You love being tossed in the air.
The world is your playground,
And as for now you love to crawl around.

You're my cupcake, and all its sweetness,
You're my little lady, and my happiness.
You are my sunshine, and my little teletubby,
You are my princess, and my bubbly face.