I am number, I am statistic
My platform is digital heuristic
Built as soft and meant to harden
I am statue of Prometheus discarded
I am flat, I am round
I am guess to which we are bound
All but speechless, tools in hand
Talent defined by the holy man
I am truth, I am fable
I am guidance who is unable
Under the sea and burnt so high
My survival is all but fatefully nigh
I am Goliath, I am cell
My people are the building blocks of hell
Golden gates and iron bars
Basic texts and influenced memoirs
I am shelter, I am fear
Only today do the deaf hear
Live beyond burden and exhaust
Tales are told at an expensive cost
I am charade, I am enigma
Riddle me this: for what is my stigma?

I am honesty, I am lie
Conciseness with which we shall die
To be believer, to see as deceiver
To be born as simple conceiver
I am Poseidon, I am Neptune
Only one of which will die soon
Simple times of bearing song
Ages gone by where we were wrong
Built on faith, the blind do not see
Burning fields and dying trees
I am happiness, I am despair
I am the reason that you care
Run as Hermes, tread as Pheidippides
Gods you inspire are not as powerful as these
I am art, I am tale
I am the builder of this gale

I am success, I am fail
I am the human, I walk the ****** trail
I am individual, I am all
With simple words, We stand tall