Being Me

What can I do; What can I say?

The colors of this earth are changing every day.

To be an individual, to stand infinitely tall;

Can I speak or utter anything at all?

My entire life, so many things to see and hear,

Do they truly matter, or is this life a farce.

Every book, song, sentence, word, 

One from another, are any truly better,

Or just a changing combination of 26 letters.

I can write of beauty, the divine,

Understanding these words were never mine.

Blood and tears can be lost through time,

rendering them meaningless, or perhaps...

like those who have found that winning sequence.

The perfect code.

 I may be remembered. One day.

Reviews

[Annabelle Lee]

Beautiful!

To be an individual, to stand infinitely tall;
Can I speak or utter anything at all?

My favorite lines. Being an individual is standing tall but if you are not, it is as if you aren't speaking. What is the use of speaking if nobody can hear you. This poem oozes emotion from every line. And your thoughts were so beautifully composed. This was amazing

[John Kellogg]

Thank you, very much.

[Annabelle Lee]

you're very welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Blood and tears can be lost through time,
rendering them meaningless, or perhaps..."
A epic poem. I like the journey you took me with your words. I believe writing is a lifetime journey. Most masterpiece in poetry and in story of our times was written in the mist of war, distress or change. Must live to understand life. Thank you for the amazing poetry. I had to read again. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[John Kellogg]

Thank you for your high praise, I am still working hard to get better