Your Sunday Evening Poetry Dose

I exist as I am, that is enough.

I am all that I appear to be

Or I am none of these things at all.

In me is the end of the old world,

A beginning of the new.

I am the phoenix, rising in flames

To set the world alight.

Change flies through

Everything I am, everything I can be.

Altering everything and yet nothing,

All seems the same, but is completely different.

My perceptions change, as the world stagnates

Running in an endless circle, to end up

Back where humanity began.

In chaos and confusion,

It is our home, we always return to it.

The endless cycle repeats, altering

And altered by humanity.

Everything repeats, different and the same,

Figures from the past rise out of the future to greet me.

I am what I am, in the end,

And that is all I am. Yet,

So much different from what I was,

Or what I planned to be.

--Walt Whitman, Song of Myself