Who am I?
What am I?
I seem to ask myself that a lot?
As if these thoughts just stream through my head endlessly, I feel confused like I’ve failed life someway.
Like I know I could of done better but yet I didn’t and life is the same, and time keeps on ticking, ticking like a bomb set to go off in just moments, but I am unable to determine when. I feel that I am of no help and that all my work and effort has gone down a long darkened drain. Feeling as my life source is reaching its peak, seeing and feeling my inner resources depleting gasping, no wait, as if clinging onto new life that comes my way tapping into its rich golden stream, adapting to its new surroundings, but yet why do I still ponder?
Have I gone mad, am I just writing nonsense, am I on a verge of a mental breakdown. Is my fire starting to dim out like an old fireplace aging, but HEY I’m just a teen I can’t possibly be OLD…There’s just no way, unless wait, could my soul be aging, I am of boy of 15 sunrises soon to be 16, could I be sheltering an old weakened soul, slowly but soon to die out, why me!
I’ve spent and have put in endless hours into this life, slowly shaping the soul I happily obtain but why now. Does it whisper to me, sending alerts to my brain that I am loosing this epic battle, HA I’m no villain but hey I’m sincerely no hero, I’m more of a sidekick when I look at it, always there helping people become their true potential slowly in time giving them fragments of my soul of which I can offer to them.
I feel at times that no matter how many family and friends I have, I feel alone in this world knowing that one day, I will be alone here to fight this war, to fight the society which forms us all to be blind. I however do not want to be blind, I want to be the mouth of my own individual I want to embark and seek out…To shine on others and be their light that guides them, but how can I be, when my soul begins to become dormant in this shell of what I call a body. Does my soul not like it’s temple for which it resides in?
Does it not accept of my choices of actions I do in life, I’ve never harmed myself in anyway does it disapprove of the friends I have or try to have, maybe it’s tired of giving its spring of energy, The light in my eyes begin to dim, the legacy for which was once in my blood slowly depletes and whatever that remains left hides in my soul, giving it life trying to nurture it back, but why I ask why?
My light in this world is as good as nothing, the radiance in me has turn to dust, like a dessert dry and rough.
My path is like a huge puzzle, for pieces are missing, there is to much going on for I. I’m trying to figure myself out,
From dust I come, too dust I came. I grow weak and tired and rant and rave the issues I have but I feel mute, unheard in many ways, I talk of dreams that I wish to occur but somehow, someway find them shattering into tiny shards, unable to piece them back together….Why I ask, Why….
I look into a ancient mirror, but see nothing no body, no soul, nothing, what is its message to me….
I hear whispers all around me unable to keep them quiet, trying to hush them all away, locking them up into a part of my brain where they dare not to return, these whispers grow impatient, becoming louder and louder now becoming uncontrollable, they wanting to be heard not to be silenced any longer. But I simply insist that their voice will not be heard because the corrupt and powerful do not wish to be their audience for the message which, “the” voices try to belay onto them.
I sit here now, watching the moon shinning vibrantly… clouds swarming towards it to conceal it’s source of life but its rays of lights wanders through the clouds guiding me, and my thoughts to where they ought to be,
Could this be true, Can it really be true, or could it just be my figurative imagination, playing a trick on me…perhaps it’s a fragment of my mind wandering looking for a way out…“wait”
It is real, I hear my name as if it was just whispered from the sky calling out to me. But I am unable to see the person who calls for me I shout out and begin to run towards, the night!
What am I?
I seem to ask myself that a lot?
As if these thoughts just stream through my head endlessly, I feel confused like I’ve failed life someway.
Like I know I could of done better but yet I didn’t and life is the same, and time keeps on ticking, ticking like a bomb set to go off in just moments, but I am unable to determine when. I feel that I am of no help and that all my work and effort has gone down a long darkened drain. Feeling as my life source is reaching its peak, seeing and feeling my inner resources depleting gasping, no wait, as if clinging onto new life that comes my way tapping into its rich golden stream, adapting to its new surroundings, but yet why do I still ponder?
Have I gone mad, am I just writing nonsense, am I on a verge of a mental breakdown. Is my fire starting to dim out like an old fireplace aging, but HEY I’m just a teen I can’t possibly be OLD…There’s just no way, unless wait, could my soul be aging, I am of boy of 15 sunrises soon to be 16, could I be sheltering an old weakened soul, slowly but soon to die out, why me!
I’ve spent and have put in endless hours into this life, slowly shaping the soul I happily obtain but why now. Does it whisper to me, sending alerts to my brain that I am loosing this epic battle, HA I’m no villain but hey I’m sincerely no hero, I’m more of a sidekick when I look at it, always there helping people become their true potential slowly in time giving them fragments of my soul of which I can offer to them.
I feel at times that no matter how many family and friends I have, I feel alone in this world knowing that one day, I will be alone here to fight this war, to fight the society which forms us all to be blind. I however do not want to be blind, I want to be the mouth of my own individual I want to embark and seek out…To shine on others and be their light that guides them, but how can I be, when my soul begins to become dormant in this shell of what I call a body. Does my soul not like it’s temple for which it resides in?
Does it not accept of my choices of actions I do in life, I’ve never harmed myself in anyway does it disapprove of the friends I have or try to have, maybe it’s tired of giving its spring of energy, The light in my eyes begin to dim, the legacy for which was once in my blood slowly depletes and whatever that remains left hides in my soul, giving it life trying to nurture it back, but why I ask why?
My light in this world is as good as nothing, the radiance in me has turn to dust, like a dessert dry and rough.
My path is like a huge puzzle, for pieces are missing, there is to much going on for I. I’m trying to figure myself out,
From dust I come, too dust I came. I grow weak and tired and rant and rave the issues I have but I feel mute, unheard in many ways, I talk of dreams that I wish to occur but somehow, someway find them shattering into tiny shards, unable to piece them back together….Why I ask, Why….
I look into a ancient mirror, but see nothing no body, no soul, nothing, what is its message to me….
I hear whispers all around me unable to keep them quiet, trying to hush them all away, locking them up into a part of my brain where they dare not to return, these whispers grow impatient, becoming louder and louder now becoming uncontrollable, they wanting to be heard not to be silenced any longer. But I simply insist that their voice will not be heard because the corrupt and powerful do not wish to be their audience for the message which, “the” voices try to belay onto them.
I sit here now, watching the moon shinning vibrantly… clouds swarming towards it to conceal it’s source of life but its rays of lights wanders through the clouds guiding me, and my thoughts to where they ought to be,
Could this be true, Can it really be true, or could it just be my figurative imagination, playing a trick on me…perhaps it’s a fragment of my mind wandering looking for a way out…“wait”
It is real, I hear my name as if it was just whispered from the sky calling out to me. But I am unable to see the person who calls for me I shout out and begin to run towards, the night!
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