Incoherence
Incoherent on occasions
Unknowing in many situations
Annoyed by trivial complications
Is how I see myself on most things but still I will have patience
I can be the murky water that strangely tastes so sweet
Or the mud that holds gold beneath
I can be a cloud that remains still
But with a gust of wind I can destroy what took so long to build
I can be the tree that stands tall
Or I can be the first one to fall
Changing with each season
Hoping you believe in
Me without reason
I can be all these things
I can be what you want
For we all change based on what we’re taught
Until then
I am
A young man who has much to learn
Who is stern on what he earns
I am
The one who stands tall for what he believes in
A young man who is not easily weakened
I am
The one that will keep moving
praying that my voice will be soothing
For all the sore ears that have been abused
For I am the instrument, the piece, the tool
For my one and only God to use.