I am from blue-grey
Books and mis conceptions
The place where I’m from
Is not my place of birth
But the places I love

I’m from the brown pigments
That fill your eyes
I’m from the rain drops that fall on the desert,
The size of falling stars
 From imperfections and lost faces  
Remind me of who I am

I’m from my dreams and old memories 
That run throughout my head 
But are nowhere to be seen 
Nor recognized

I’m from the breeze from the beach 
I’m from everyone and everything
But at the same time,
I’m from nothing