All That I Am

I am an artistic soul,

With an eye for the world

In a way you might not see,

But it makes my days a little brighter.

I am a musical soul,

Hearing the tune of the Earth

When I wake up to when I go to sleep,

There are sounds I find with my ears.

I am a mad soul,

With thoughts that are criminal

In ways that my mind reaps,

All the things you are afraid to think.

I am a brilliant soul,

Watching the days with a keen eye

Observing and analyzing details,

That one else might not ponder.

I am an adventuring soul,

With a love for exploration

In ways that can never be satisfied,

For there is far too much I need to be.