I am what you make me.

I am my own creation;

I am my own destruction.

I build myself;

I break myself.

I fall, I hurt;

I feel, I heal.

I live every day,

I die every moment.

I am jubilant, I am mournful.

I am the bane of my own existence.

I am a poem, a gospel, a whisper in your mind;

I am the sky above you and the ground beneath you,

And the Sun and the stars that light up the Sky;

I am the wind blowing through your hair,

I am the ocean and the smell of salt in the air.

I am dust and dust I will become;

I am the shadow you’re chasing,

And the fate you’re embracing.

I am a warrior.

A daydream and long lashes;

A fit of madness and a dollop of Magic;

I am nothing and everything.

I am infinite.

I am you

You are me,

And yet,

I am

What you make me.