Nothing To Something

I was nothing but a blank piece of paper There was never a time when emotions hit me There was never a time when I could actually see the world build itself There was never a time where existence appears before my eyes I’m like a baby that never spoke the first word I cannot wait for the world to appear so I must explore on my own. I always ask myself why am I doing here , and what pieces I can share to the world? I always start to wonder where do I begin and when to create the life I wanted I start with small steps every step counts if I mess up I’ll keep on going The challenges I face made me sense the feelings of happiness, sadness, anger and frustration Yet I keep on going to find the answers I needed Everything I try to put together is like puzzles I try to solve the images of my life, and the words I hear keeps on repeating like there's no end to it. Ever since my discovery I been noticing the creativity and the beliefs from the people Some struggle for over a lifetime Some not so much I start to have doubts for myself, because I have not yet found my own So I start to explore more and learn from others The struggle keeps going through my head the voices told me to give up and rip the paper that I have written and drew told me to never start over. The war was going through my head the puzzles keeps on breaking like a broken heart One side told me to stop looking The other side wants me to keep on die trying. I always start hoping that someday… just someday I will grow like the growing grass and just say “You are going to make it you are going to get away from the past you are going to keep on living the present you are catching up towards the future you are going to win!”. Perhaps I am something after all the world I live in is in my head I made my world from a blank mind into a world I created.