As a child
You believe you are everything
That you could rule the world
Do anything
You knew no sorrow or pain
You didn't question who you were
Then you see the gravity of it all
The world rushes to fail and break your shoulders
You are crushed by doubts
Doubts of your yourself
Of who you are.
My eyes are not my own
Neither or my hands, feet, or mouth
I am simply a passenger in my body
Sitting back and watching through a lens
Going through the motions
Unable to raise my voice
Or make a whisper.
I wish could wrap the mountains in a blanket around me
Take their strength as my own
Become myself again
Become the conductor
Just become
But I just sit
Just stare
Just watch
As I become something else.
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