Could it be that simple?
That one phrase
That tries so hard
To explain everything.
It's true,
My heart beats,
My wrists bleed,
My lungs breathe...
But am I nothing more
Than the human
I claim to be?
Am I nothing more
Than a soul
That longs, in it's cage,
To be free?
Or that heart that wishes to sing?
Is that all I am,
What I claim to be?
Truly, in all honesty...
I'm not much more
Than those simple things.
After all,
