Creating a channel of change

Feeling displaced, misplaced, and suffocating Running low on oxygen  hyperventilating. Debilitating trying to keep pace running the same simple human rat race 1st place But no golden medal is won well, not that I anticipate No, not for simply existing through change under a bright fireball we call sun in exchange for human life, and so a new legacy is born and past well preserved yet still Alone even amongst the billions of earth civilians Isolated. Self-love and esteem deflated Rushing to keep up in this long-distance jog we call life , living , allowing the universe to do as it wills with us until we die You know, the little sparks that keep the sun ignited that's us, until our bright falls dark and even still some are trying to keep some part of hope alive with breath inside of a skin spirits grave site. That moves, isn’t stagnate, and still 6 feet under humanity's crushing needs to feel accepted when I hardly even started to accept me society and old thinking will be the death of the old me A new me has taken the seat I've crowned myself the abiding solider, still a mere human being with fresh thoughts, open space to stretch, inhale exhale Patient with each breath No longer Rushing or making plans which have already been set I am righteous, lovingly worthy of more than past versions of me who were less than deserving So, changing those ideas of who I am and what I deserve will allow me to breathe with ease. No more gasping for air with an oxygen mask. I've made the decision to change how I view myself today in the light of something greater than my vision will ever display or thoughts can accordingly convey