Who we are?

                  
A blande how ever triumphant moment when I realized who I was, or therefor who I wasn’t.

I don’t think we ever come to an understanding of who we really are. We are just canvases that many artists come and leave their mark on.

We change by the moment, with the lessons of each day. I am present in this moment, in this life I call my own, but who am I really, but a speck of flesh in a vastness so deep..even I could never see.

Passion is pain and we all live for little nothings. The envy goes deep we all want for something. Wall street minds living in their own reflections. Hiding in their fancy boxes evading truth from all directions.

Molded by madness, imprinted by the media, we are what we are. Wealth and power illuminating the human eye, blinding it, confusing it, and gaining strength with time.
Greedy hands, needy souls, I can’t imagine how the end may unfold.

But I am who I am, and I am going to go on with life, even when the questions out number the smiles, I will continue this journey for endless miles.

I will change the world by changing me, that’s all I can do, I am all I can be.