what stands before you,
the weight upon you,
it is not personal,
the world is not conspiring
against you,
you have not been chosen;
we are but specks
of the finest dust,
we are just part of the machine;
the obstacles we face
are the circumstances
of living a life,
I can still take the air
there is breath in my lungs,
I am nothing
I have choices
I am free
