Am I just a wheel?
Consuming meals?
A speck in blue sea?
Bound by what I see?
Life amongst trees?
Breathing means free?

Am I my beliefs?
The truth I seek?
Flag of a country?
Defined by currency?
A liability?
Part of society?

Am I what you see?
The way you judge me?
The values you pick?
First impressions stick?
Norm defined by you?
Do I dare to be rude?

No...

I am who I choose.
I fill my own shoes.
I win when I lose.
I create my own views.
I see black beyond blue.
I pick me over you.

Who are we?
I am me.
Who are we?
Depends on you.

love
plucked
an
ash pink rose
with
a
thorn
that
broke
her
fragile heart
when
love
picked her rose

the
great Halestorm
hale
the
size of asteroids
rain down
upon
the
ant colony
and
all
hands on deck
we
must save
and
protect the mother queen
all
for the
good of the ant colony
we
are all connected

inhale

be aware
of what is on your mind
all the worries
all the hate
know them
feel them
steering every movement
spinning your thoughts
into oblivion
so that you can't remember
the you you once were
now stop

exhale

we
thought
it
was
a
lonely frown
but
it
was
a
whiskey smile
turned
upside down
rotten teeth
with
jagged edges
fire and brimstone
light up his eyes
who
wears
the
mask of
the
sinister clown