I am the inspiration in a writer’s colorful, exotic, painting.
I am the warmth in a fuzzy pair of winter mittens.
I am the bright segment of colors in a dull room.
I am the skyscrapers that sway above the clouds of Manhattan.
I am the chorus to every song.
I am the bag that sticks to a person’s side day by day, hustling and bustling through the crowd.
I am the energized heart that beats with every activity.
I am the one in a billion lottery ticket just waiting to be snatched from the counters.
I am the spirit that everyone searches for, yet never discovered.
I am an unknown galaxy that ceases to exist in the eyes of earth’s natives.
I am the voice that nobody listens to until it is gone.
And I am the one who is taken for granted day by day.
I am a soul, I am a soul.
I stand in good relation to my world.
I stand in good relation with my mind.
I stand in good relation to my family.
And I am a soul, another “ordinary” soul…