I Am My Feet

I am my feet, and my ways. Guided by peace to this day. I need my needs, cause I am sand. So I will slip in to your hands, and beyond your reach.
I speak the words holding me, like clashing these bricks and these swords, cutting deep through my soul. I reap the rewards for good seeds and still retain some sort of piece to myself.
I am my feet, no, not my name. Guided by hate through this game. I need release from this place and the chains still draining me until this day.
I am my search and my sins. Guided by truth from within. I’ve been reversed and I’ve been brushed aside like paper in the wind.
I am my feet, and my loss. Ill be these things till they’re gone. Reminding me that I’m not the fear I’ve held on to for so long.
I am this course, right to its end. I know ill see worse than I’ve already seen. No need for remorse in a flash, you can’t give me back the person I’ve been.
I am these feet, and I am these fists. I am my reasoning through all of this. Ill be these prayers when I’m flat out of luck and i turn to a savior that simply won’t exist.
I am these trying times I know ill never see again. I’m the blink of this freeze frame, the picture has left. I am these shields to reprimand my faith in myself and to guard this strength against the darkness again.