Where you see rain I see pots of gold.

I do not ask to be joined,
Just set free to do.
I do not demand that you hear,
The beautiful song, that beats in my ear,
I do not expect for you to feel,
The beat that I dance to, that is so very real.
I know you cannot see,
All the things that make me free,
All I ask,
Is that you let me,
Be.

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