Who are you?

I was born with a skin

created from a mixture of 

black and white

whom equally decided to turn gold

I developed silver curls

that desperately tried to escape my mind

like thoughts

or snakes

I grew and saw with green eyes

the color of poison, 

the luck from a four-leaf clover

perhaps combined 

I am living with a mind

that dreams deeply and writes lightly 

while the ink of my lefthand 

feeds the paper spirit 

I was born sometime
and when everything is stuck,

the spirit leaves unseen

knowledge keeps expanding