My age…
Its my birthday
Please don’t ask me my age
I’m losing myself in this stage
Of playing the best piece
So let me continue
To rest without shouting my age
To me, I’d rather stay unaware
Than to declare
Possibilities of owning something so frivolous
As a number ridiculing my
Past, present, and future years
Hopefully you will agree
That the best times are said
To offer freedom to be
Nothing set in stone
So go and tell your friends
That my age is a secret
This will help them
Figure out who I am
Without judging me
For all they care
I’m a girl with long blonde hair.