Who we are is stripped down to ideas and beliefs
Well, when war- and death- come knocking on the door
As we question our morality and mortality
We end up with the universal, existential, question
The greatest question of all time
The single most important question of your life
Who am I?
We're struck again with this thought-provoking truth
We want to know
We need to know
We tell ourselves we're this
A community with responsibility
With purpose and a call to action we must partake in
We're that
People who unite only during times of devastating consequences
They're this
Poor, unfortunate, incapable, in need
They're that
An awful individual with no moral compass or compassion
As quickly as certainty sets in
We are relieved with a sigh and a fresh breath
The certainty of our subjective truth reinforces
Everything in me, and everything in you, to stay
A me and a you
But have we, hear me out for just a second
Given ourselves the freedom to believe in something else
Something outside of the me, outside of the you
Outside of the them and us
Think outside the structured lines of truth and belief
Stardust in the whirlwind, flying to and from with the wind
Guided, only, by the wind
To and from each living and nonliving being
Caressing every cheek and resting on every leaf
Glistening with the seas and temporary molding with the sands
Playing with the lions, making an elephant sneeze
Touching every baby and reaching everybody that's left without a breath
Are we--
Could we be more than this?
Could we be more than hate, more than distance, more than rejection?
Could we be more than war, more than luck, more than fate?
Could we be more than life itself?
Cause from where I see it, all we truly are is freedom
Longing in these questions because we know it to our core
We search for what we are, we search for our understanding of a home
Condemned by the structure of cycles and generations of other's imagination
Their lines are just as valid as our colors
Our innate urges demand to be seen outside their lines
We come together to rescue those that are suffering within these lies
The art you create, you love, you listen to
The art you create, you love, you paint
The art you create, you love, you draw
The art you create, you love, you collage
The art you create, you love, you mold
The art you create, you love, you write
The art you create, you love, you sing
Creativity, the expression inside that connects us to each other
There is no law, there is no line on land like on a map
There is no concrete right or wrong
There is no "one power"
There is no love, there is no hate
Only reactions to the circumstances we are dealt
There are a million questions guiding us each and every day
But there is no answer, there is no truth
All there is freedom, open your heart and eyes to it
And you'll see
You'll understand what only few have come to gras
We are souls, magic and belief
Untouchable, unattainable, unbreakable, unmakeable
How is this not free?
When even restrained, condemned and boxed in
We are still creators, lovers, inspirational, willful
There are a million questions guiding us each and every day
But there is no answer, there is no truth
All there is freedom, open your heart and eyes to it
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I really liked this poem! It has a nice philosophical/spiritual stream-of-conscious aspect. I would love to hear your feedback on my piece!