Sonnet 4

What is a man, nay, what am I? More than just the 350 lbs staring back at myself? Am I nothing more than a collection of scars and wealth? Recall, if you would, the line “I can see your soul in your eye” So am I an eye? Then why even try? Why attempt to lose the weight, get in better health; Why talk to a soul, just live alone in stealth? This seems a grand life for I. But maybe I’m an eye, an observer More than that, maybe I’m a catalyst, or a part- I think I’m not a loner; I’m just scared of the fervor. Here comes a truth, something closer to the heart I want to be included in this life, even as just a server Because serving in the day, is better than sitting in the dark.