I look outside this layer of glass,
And find what I can see.
I regard waves of light in their infinite mass,
And in them I see me
Me? I ask. Who is this person?
He is a creature like the rest; he consumes space and time.
How is his condition? Is it bad, will it worsen?
I think now and again; he must hear familiar bells chime.
If I can hear such bells, then I know I have air.
It makes its way to my cerebrum, creating emotion.
I then amass memories, which I may share.
Because when I need to sustain myself, a conversation is the best potion.
He has reached a new level in life, his game.
His goal is not to win, but to enjoy learning why and how.
Both he and I occupy vastly different space, yet remain the same.
Our perception of the important exists in the now.
Regardless of the future
In spite of the past
Mistakes are something I can suture
Hardships are something I can outlast
Written By: BeNjamyn Upshaw-Ruffner