I am more than these broken dreams that compose the depths of me
A stifled lamplight that can still burn amidst dark forces unbeknownst, unseen
I have yet to be claimed, though maimed, though torn, though bruised, battered, not broken
There still lies a slumbering giant in me that has yet to be woken
I am a culmination of a divine creation, tossed in the mud of the real and flesh and bone
And shooting star that has touched the ground with such for as to shatters what others assume to know
Amidst the roaring waves I am a drop, but still I scream, I roar
I may be among broken dreams, but in dreaming anew I am more