What I Am, What I Do.

Traffic lights, asphalt, and glass
I see the sights, the faults, and ask
are we all living in the past
or evolving to a higher path?

Cultured, advanced, sophisticated
as the wars dance to fear and hatred
I have been overstimulated
but will not be made an understatement

It's what I am, it's what I do

As I lament in discontent
my fate is filled with restlessness
a relentless search for relevance
where evidence holds precedence

Misery may be a muse
but it's not the avenue I choose
It is fruition I pursue
but refuse to ever let subdue

All that I am, all that I do

This destiny or so it seems
rarely ever holds to peace
I will not cease to find release
from the clutch that hinders me

Wandering in search of clues
I continue to stay on the move
I can only try to see this through
whether or not I win or lose

I am a man who will stay true.

It's what I am, It's what I do