what does it mean to breathe
what does it mean to feel
is there value to skin
or am i just a dream

i keep trying, crying
believing i’m planting a seed,
as if my hopes would manifest
and spread out like a w33d

the voices pressure me
i act as they command,
my own will corrupted
by those above the man.

lend my sight around
for any hope of help
but my peers seem, as me,
to be drowning in their well.

i ask Him for guidance
he turned on a blind eye,
later then i found out
he showed the answer, ‘I’.

i shall live with the despair
accepting the never fair,
for now I know the way to live
is to do so out of feel.