Am I?
I am a lot of things, sometimes too many but most of the time not enough.
I feel like everything
Anything, that is me!
But then I feel like Nothing
Non-existence, emptiness, as far as the eye can see.
I feel like a God
Power, confidence, impossible to beat!
Then I feel like a God killer
Anything, everything, for an impossible feat.
I feel odd
Different but fine, nobody's normal so why should I?
Then I feel made
Look at me, look at everyone. All just the same.
I feel calm
Everything in its place and in the palm of my hand!
Then I feel chaotic
Disarray, confusion, power, did I ever have a plan?
I feel powerful
I can do anything!
The I feel weak
How did I even make it this far? Can I go on? Should I?
I feel fine
Things are going as they should, life is easy!
The I feel like I’m drowning
But why is everyone still breathing?
I feel like too many things
The list seems endless! I could be anything I wish to be, is that pretentious?
Then I feel like not enough
The list is endless, but my list isn't. The finite versus the infinite, the difference is indeed endless.
What Am I? Why am I? How am i even here?
-An attempt at poetry, by a not so poetic Moki-Mori