I is a powerful word. It is a mystery each one holds, unraveling as life goes on.
The word I means a lot, to a lot of different people.
I. It is always with you. The voice. The eyes that stare back in the mirror. The I that makes you, you.
Yet, you are different perspective to every other person. A different you.
When those forms of you and I conflict, issues occur in our mind; a prison where we pace. A consciousness trapped with that never question. Who am I?
Know that I can never become you because I was alwaya made from everything that happened to you. The past and the dreams of the future create you.
Yet the present is always where I will be.
Be the present I; where the you merges into fate and truly becomes one. Know the mystery of I will end one day, remembered by what you do.