I am from winter blizzards and summer air,
I am from the split country,
I am from the land of polar bears
(that I've never seen)
I am from the South Sea,
I am from the universe unknown.
I am from the second month,
A child of the sixth day.
I am from two years prior
To the Millenium Apocalypse.
I am from water pitchers and tiger stars.
I am from the effervescence of bubbles,
From the blooming trees,
I am from the singing of mockingbirds,
I am from the ticking of time,
I am from the writer's worlds.
I am from the pictures of a million words,
From the dreams of reality.
I am from the laughter, the joy, the sorrow.
I am from more years to come.
I am from the split country,
I am from the land of polar bears
(that I've never seen)
I am from the South Sea,
I am from the universe unknown.
I am from the second month,
A child of the sixth day.
I am from two years prior
To the Millenium Apocalypse.
I am from water pitchers and tiger stars.
I am from the effervescence of bubbles,
From the blooming trees,
I am from the singing of mockingbirds,
I am from the ticking of time,
I am from the writer's worlds.
I am from the pictures of a million words,
From the dreams of reality.
I am from the laughter, the joy, the sorrow.
I am from more years to come.