[Poem] The day it began

By the time I read this my beginning formed a hardened steel 
a path creating bond with the real essence ideally in shape; manifested by concept by light
fueling my everlasting urge to meet desires dampening core cold value of heart
its a beginning held by the truth of curiosity maintained by breathing in the courage and becoming so consciously aware you don't recognize the breath outwards as anything more than the flow back into our carbon filled spaces
7.6 billion faces all sharing personality and influence over creation or pizza bars where pineapple is not welcome
21 years to understand self as concept in its prime, something past through time almost as it never escaped You, I or Me

Poetically novice
Spiritually adept

Here are the wonders of man made concept in its purest form
Torn between right and wrong
Behind the doors of dark or light
Here are the marvels of conscious beings
Whether ethical things or if passion sings
Here in the reflection of colored star glass
Here is where we can refer to as me

Change is present and I must accept
so to exchange gratitude for purpose I will do to my best
in all perspectives of me
So this be my will
so will it be