On fleek ?

A question of being? 
Belonging ?
Having?

I was born between two generations
Like most of us
Sitting half on the century

Multi cultural
Multi lingual
Multi diciplinar

A first car accident drove me out of the road
A drunken driver
And later two more accidents
More drunken drivers

Cognitive problems
And continued pain
Became harassing companions

A new opportunity
To tap into creativity
And sup conscience

We are free right?
But your choice
Is not necessarily mine

Respect is my motto

Long ago my mentor said
‘Be not a parrot
Become a master ‘

Imposing 40 years of silence
And now,  I try to serve the Word