I am jelly in the belly

Flesh and bones when born

Alive in the home learning the norm

Society teaches me reality

That is an illusion that creates a fusion

Of ideas, experience and tradition a rendition

Of life lived in reminiscence conditioned by decisions

That is temporary though treated honorary

I am created and alive a being in the scene of live

With purpose to live a live that is solely holy

And given the power to dominate and resonate

With nature establishing my position in motion

Through time that does not bind

Me to a space in an age

Forever and ever

If I only surrender and render

Myself to eternity

My reality.

Who am I?

By Thomson Pakoa Matokai Kokona

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