I exist
What am I?
I am conditional
I change
By company
By environment
Communication
Day, always
I change
I am everything
I might be something
I am nothing
I might not be
Humanity

I live in, a quiet house
Arguments are quiet
Everything subdued
As if a blanket has settled
A weariness, almost
They will not, who knows why
It is like, not building a fire
Because the wood won't last forever
Pointless
I need a shout
Life, shrug off this stillness
Be rid of this lethargy
I would shoot myself
Or someone else
To have, to feel
Even to see
Feeling, an argument above a whisper
Somebody light me on fire

Oh little trickle, babbling brook
On your quest, to meet the sea
You pass through a little town
And passing through, do pass by me
Your minute falls, your rippling
The chatter of your endless flow
How sweet it is to hear it, sweeter even to know
Your noble quest, destination
Where you go and where you are from
See the rain make ripples on your ever moving surface
Increasing your magnitude
Indeed, it is a sweet service
See you pass around and over
All your obstacles
You are the calm before the storm
Soft ripples and gurgling
Like slowly marching soldiers
To reinforce and strengthen, those waves you go to meet
And crash harder upon the besieged shore
You soldiers of the endless sea

Stargazing is a strange act
Or wishing upon those self same things
They aren't even corpses, they are shadows
Shadows of ghosts of long dead giants
But we ****** upon them
Our wishes, our hopes
This hillside is damp
With late summer dew
But I don't move
As I feel it soak my shirt
Maybe this is part of the experience
I do not know, I do not pin my hopes
On long dead, once burning gases
So I lay, and look, not really seeing
Unsure, uncertain of my role