I am
I am the eagle that nests its thoughts in the wild
Crawling
Creeping
And craving for purpose
I am
The star that contends with the storms
Maneuvering its way
Through the jungle of weights
Embittered by the tongues of mortals
Souls who could not comprehend my composition and position
I am
A reflection of many shapes
Casting my imaginations on sheets
Heads
To think
And drink
My ink
Of creativity
The lessons buried in the mud of art
I am
Me
He
The tea
Traveling through your intestines
And veins
Awakening your senses
To think through your actions
I am
That naughty pencil that mirrors
Lives
Of mortals
Reminding them of their arrival before the KING of lives
The I am
That I am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem