Me

I could draw
The most beautiful portrait
Or paint
The most beautiful lands

But what of it would be me?
The brush and paint
Come closer to me
Than the pictures I've tainted

With various hallucinations
Of things so 'meant to be'

But what am I?
No, who am I?

Who am I to say?
What am I to know?
before the screen finally comes
tumbling down?

I am eternity
Boxed up in this little jar
This little suit
This complex body

But with the body comes
the mind
And with the mind comes
the ego

And again,
who am I to say no?

We live out our lives
Always trying to say
'I'm Right!'
'No, You're wrong!'

And we all just get lost in between...

And so I sit,
And I observe
And I still
And I wait

For this eternity
to pass me by...