I am the measure of your day and its demeanour,
also with you everywhere, silently proud.
I am but a whisper sometimes, of a corner to some,
though to you, If needed,  aloud.

I am not of unlimited resource,
for I always spin plates, as much as most.
I am by design, something you not resign,
As is the boldness of my post.

We are many everywhere, we are countless,
and known to meet of strength, though also prone.
To be met by many silent things, all within this world,
that we must sometimes all of us,  undertake alone.

For alas we may not be everywhere at once dear friends,
though draw strength from such kin, for we are of legions,
I am influence, and so are you, all around this globe,
We are all one,  and inherent in all regions.

We are conscience.