I: a reminder

I live for me, for myself. 
mine are the footsteps that will lead. 
I am untouched by feigned patronage. 
The right path is for me to choose. 
I refuse to be cast in moulds. 
my individuality i shall defend. 
I refuse to be manipulated. 
My right to freedom shall be respected. 
I inscribe my mind, my thoughts. 
my expressions cannot be oppressed. 
I strive for my cause,To win. 
My endeavor shall not be deterred. 
I am what i am deep within. 
my soul will not be broken by despots. 
I ascend the stairs to my empyrean. 
My walk is not towards the Styx. 
I live for me, for myself. 
Mine are the footsteps that will lead.

tonight i know i cannot sleep; words, just words, offer no release.

I,

live life break mind close eyes laugh lies

sew hope lay claim heal self stay out
I,

dance true play nice love scorn rule high

care less want all buy time sow doubt
I,

dye dream slip not feel right know more

take turn write mess blot own choke shout
I,

leave sense force thought fail faith find shore

add note make chance tie down lose count

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I am what you seek
when you stand, at that evening window;
On the empty, winding highway;
In the summer breeze and the winter days
and pressed between the drying flowers.

When silent dusk turns to black,
I am what you search for,
on the bench in a lonely park;
In fading ink and the flickering flame
and under raindrops on a tired day.

When you smile at the twined hands;
On the bench in a lonely park;
I am what you want,
in lilting song and whispered words;
and under dew laden boughs of the ancient tree.

I am what dances in dying light;
and what sleeps under heavy eyes.
I am what dwells in lingering gazes;
and what remains of fleeting life.

I am
realisation, forgiveness,
companionship and hurt;
I am nostalgia, acceptance
anticipation and fear;
I am inspiration, yearning,
love, despair and hope;

I am truth and time;
I am the journey in your mind.
I am the one without identity;
and everything, that you want me to be.