Colorfully Transpired

i am my own creation,

i am, i am,

i am what you see, i am what you cannot,

i am, i am,

i am a sharped tongued, sewn mouthed, silently opinionated mortal who sings like a dying canary and whispers like nails on a chalkboard,

i am, i am,

i am interested in the principal, the reason. the ego, the force, the heart. the cause, the inspirational energy of all our actions and reactions,

i am, i am,

i am in no possession of any words worth value. i recite what those before me have chewed. i deliver, declare, murmur, pronounce what was and is already operated,

i am, i am,

i am up for interpretation, analyze me, oh wiser ones. translate me, judge me, clarify and comprehend. grasp and explain what i am,

i am.