Designer, Lover or just Ordinary

What am I, I'll ask
Who am I is even more bizarre
I look at myself and wonder
I mean it's not like I'm a shooting star

I look at the mirror in hope
I'll be whoever I want to be 
Right now it's a loving, caring designer
Tomorrow it just may be something new to me

Now I see who I am
I'll eventually find out the real thing
I can be who I want and that's alright
I'm a unique my creativity just will just ring.


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