I’m changing every second

I’m moving towards the conscious self

I’m touching every inch of my own emotions

I’m taking responsibility for my humanistic birth

I’m a prisoner of my own prison if I don’t face myself

I soak my toes in the pool of now

I dip them into the wet ground of sincerity

I’m lost in my own nothingness

I’m chosen by the chosen to act differently

I’m happy in my own bubble and bursting it doesn’t change anything

I’m a product of my parents, ancestors, and progressive self

I’m happy today to be myself

I love what is loved, I love what is hated

I’m the product of my actions and words