I Am Change

I am but a man,

Simple, breathing, living.

A concoction of tissue and mass,

Fat and oils coexisting with one and the other,

Simply to breathe,

And yet breathing cannot be anything but simple.

Fragile yet not agile in any form,

Weak is the mind and body and soul.

By the tip of a blade I bleed my blood,

By the smoking pierce of a bullet I die,

By the crushing power of the universe I rise.

Weather it be the people that walk beside me,

Against me, with me and what ever shape they may take.

By the thundering cries and howling sorrows,

Near the river creaks and hollowed mountains,

The houses, the villages, cities and all.

I stand near and far,

Here I stand…

With love and devotion,

No hindrance nor remorse,

Kindness but a whisper,

And valor but dream.

A face long forgotten,

With a past conceded as history.

What future can be hold?

What present is there left?

Choices and ideals,

And a vision of a symbol,

All but in the mind,

The heart, the bones the flesh and the very air that breath,

The things that make me human,

The things that make me think,

The very essence of my existence…

All but a whisper in this world,

Not a single, simple word can change the air.

Therefore it can be concluded,

That there is no hope.

No reason, no right or wrong.

Good and evil,

Or should I be called a blasphemy in al in itself?

What hope do we have…

As a person,

As a human,

A woman, child, man.

Animal, parasite, microorganisms,

And every other “isms” that we care for or not.

In what madness must we seek the answers,

To the very core of our existence,

We shout and scream…

We fight without end,

We kill without question,

We breathe without thought.

And if we cannot think before we breathe…

What hope is there for us?

I am but a man,

A simple man,

Death is always but a step behind me,

And there is a road always in front of me.

Both are clear as the sun,

In darkness and in light I see the path.

And if I look back at its face,

Man or woman is does not matter,

Death is sure to follow,

And there will be no hope,

For anyone…

All can stand against me,

Curse me nor worship the ground I walk and ideals I spit.

Prickled thorns and battle torn,

Blood flowing and brains splattered on the walls,

The beauty of pink destruction,

All but not a sigh can be mustered,

For here lies the human mind,

Crushed so easily without though,

Allowing without permission. 

Yet I am simple,

I am breathing,

And with it I have reason,

I have power,

I am immortal,

I am free.

I have a choice,

I have the power to,

The knowledge to,

The understanding to…

I can change the future,

History and the people around me,

I can move the very ocean that swims before me,

Crumble the mountains,

Shake the towers,

And see the air around me.

I am I,

I am who I am,

And I am capable,

I will be for the simple reasoning of being itself.

I am a man,

But I can be so much more then that.

Happy endings can exist,

If we could all do little more then just breathe.