I am an invisible man,
I am my own free spirit,
I am impossible to see beyond the millions of people whom are just like myself.
I am cold when winter breaks,
Ice runs through my blood, tears into my soul, and freezes my heart.
I am warm in the sun’s rays,
Heat flushes my cheeks, crawls under my skin, and warms me to my core.
I am an invisible man with visible dreams and plausible thoughts.
I ask questions of the universe, fall to the ground on hands and knees.
I am weak before all the forces that my small brain cannot comprehend.
Yet I am the same as many great men with the knowledge to power nations.
I am smaller than words and insignificant beyond my years,
Yet I hold the purpose of a hundred lives in my bare hands.
I am an invisible man to more than I would hope but I am the centre to someone’s soul.
I have dreams and goals, I have inexplicable thoughts and enough emotions to make a city weep.
I am human and you may not now me, you may never know me; but I am just like you.
My mind is my own, my heart pumps blood, my words cut like blades on soft pillowy skin.
I am free,
An open soul in an overcrowded world.
I am extravagant and magnificent and a beautiful piece of the puzzle.
I am somebody and there is a piece of me within everybody.
And yet I am, and will forever remain to be,
An invisible man.