Man

We are flawed complicated beings, struggling to live, to better ourselves, to find our path and purpose of who and what we are.

Man

Waiting,Waiting,
my soul has dried
and from the pile of mud,
I try to rise, but, please hear me:
I can but also cannot.
Let the branches be a stand,
for my whole, from my core.
Beneath the surface,
free the twisted stains
to cycle within my humanity.
Do not forget that I.. that I?
Have reached to look beyond the path:
Unbend-able, a destruction of old;
an unknown light, a new hope.
Be weary of the flow and expansion
�" the vastness of my spirit,
the revival of my who, the answer to my am,
on the verge of I, to be.

Author's Note

I haven’t posted for a while in this site. I’d appreciate comments and suggestions, much more for interpretaions :)