I am immovable.
I am immortal.
I am elevated by love
and destroyed by silence.
I am focused.
I am in flight
but I am sorrowed by the sight
of our hearts crumbling.
I question everything
but I am certain of my purpose.
We breathe for a reason and I will not
accept that my breathing is fruitless.
I have found weightlessness
in the demolition of resistance.
My soul is a vessel to carry my voice.
My body, a creation to make that possible.
The only choice I have ever had
was to enlist my talents and
give my destiny a heartbeat,
or to sell out to a disillusioned mass
and join a fear-stricken middle class
and let my soul die of irony.
But I choose to be free
and that choice is mine to keep.
With my pen and paper,
microphone and speaker,
I am a vehicle
for this visionary.
I am everything that they feared in me.