Statistic

I know who I am

But I know it's not me

I'm a follower in the footsteps of thousands

A sprite in the Shepherd's woodlands

I will be documented

And when my run is over

There will be better versions of myself

And they will mark me

Statistically, dynamically

Without a real emotion

I don't understand your meaning

Constantly acting as if I know

As if I have known

And dwelled on it so obsessively

As you do

As you huddle, alone

In your noisy cell of despair

Spewing forth, poisoning the air

I find myself fearful again

In awe and acceptance

Not where I could imagine

Or hope to

And still I believe,

"This is it. This is where I belong."

Forever

From here to the ether

And lastly, I shan't deny

Nor trace foully

These one and zeros

Back to reality

Reviews

[BiroPen]

great write