Anthology poem

Standard of life still same Only people who have change A changed time, a society broken Even to themselves a denied truth A world of mortalities do they exist A time forgotten like an ancient world Living of a world, existing in our own What is it life offers except to live The heart, the main artery to breathe Love of a being even from its depths There's a quietness exist in darkness Among the living, running in silence Hiding among the ruins of our depths I search deep for the light within myself I hear your soul whisper through the smile A silence of peace I feel in darkness life What is it we live but do not enjoy the inspiration It is one's morals taught that we learn respect Experience we learn that we grow to success Not by one's question our ability to live Or question who I am that I live life But it is only that I believe my eternal being That I answer not but to God and myself my journey To live and be free, a soul naked beneath eyes Reach, the heavens blue sky fall beneath thou journey unforeseen story I am me myself my portrait paints, not the pain I suffer my eyes My belief I can be anything I desire It is who we are that we identify A being of circumstance of emotions We grow becoming part of a world Change, day by day the journey leads Rather life or soul, battle rages Birth of a nation of many ethnicity We're taught to love thou neighbor As we would ourselves, do we not Reality to realistic meaningful life We love for many different reasons why Is it cause good always prevail That we love more than we hate What is it that makes us want to love What drives this being of such existence We truly want to be all that is To be better person we portray Not hidden behind wall invisible Eyes of the world, seeing is believing Be true to yourself as well your heart Til death do we part last breath That in our own we struggle existence Trying figure what makes us instead purpose What is purpose but a dreamers life One soul thriving to be a part Obscure from a world of deception illusion Reflecting soul, costume of many imagery We can be many things but only ourselves can one truly be Reflecting soul giving life in human form Only being circumstances of themselves We live portrayed greatest species ever But do we live our full potential Or waste it on a worldly being