I Am Me
To my heart, to my mind, to my spirit, and maybe even to my soul
Yes. I’m still here. And yes: my heart still beats—although it’s both ripped and torn
A heart that was once in command of me, that now begins to tire, and grow cold
And, as the life blood beats around my veins I know that I am...I am.
I know that I am me--my mind, its feelings, and everything it’s seen
All of this becomes my whispered wisdoms: a voice that echoes from the deep
Don’t be a fool, don’t be a nut, don’t do that or you’ll never make the cut...
And, yes: My mind’s cold and careful monologue moves me. Day by day.
My soul still yearns for carefree freedoms. It yearns to have its say--then it shouts:
I am your soul! I am the music! I am the joy, the sorrow, and the pain!
I am the love, and I am the hate: That sip from the devils cup that you always fear to take
I am the wisdom from your foolishness and much, much, more
I am your life; I am your death. I am everything: The beginning and the end
I am all these things inside me. I am the great work of my life.
I am the Soul