This World I Live In
The world is only defined
By the eyes observing it,
The feet running on it
And the soul trying to exist in it.
That definition changes,
From iris to iris.
It’s pieced together with
Every moment of laughter and bliss
Or tears and despair.
Keep your holy book
And your dictionary.
Don’t tell me what I see
Or who I am.
Don’t tell me what I should stand for
Or what I should look like.
Because I wouldn’t dare tell you.