I Am

I am I am the eagle that nests its thoughts in the wild Crawling Creeping And craving for purpose I am The star that contends with the storms Maneuvering its way Through the jungle of weights Embittered by the tongues of mortals Souls who could not comprehend my composition and position I am A reflection of many shapes Casting my imaginations on sheets Heads To think And drink My ink Of creativity The lessons buried in the mud of art I am Me He The tea Traveling through your intestines And veins Awakening your senses To think through your actions I am That naughty pencil that mirrors Lives Of mortals Reminding them of their arrival before the KING of lives The I am That I am