You might just think I am just
A fifteen-year-old guy
With brown-blackish hair
And blue eyes
But I know I am more
Way more than that

Not a car or a bus
Not a shark or a whale

But a swan
A very calm swan
I can be broken
But my delicate white feathers
Conceal my true self
When I am down
I swim against the current
Unable to soar above the clouds
People wonder me
Not knowing my journey

But when I am content
I continue to roam the lake
Everyone watches smiling
As I gracefully move
Everyone throwing bread crumbs to me
And I just smile and glide closer
As I swiftly move through the lake
Until it becomes night
As I build my nest and the day disappears

I slowly rise the next day
Days continuing to pass
As people watch me
The brown-blackish haired guy with blue eyes
Is a peaceful gentle swan
Beautiful, hidden, quiet swan