I write this poem for you , as I sit in class
Ideas jumped out of my head, feels like I'm more of than I pass
At first I was scared that my poem would not be fierce
But as I keep on writing, the words extinguished my fears.
I am above, yet I feel below
Times have changed, I try to see me glow
Intuitions shapen in form of words
Contextual, as my words reformed
All I see in life, are mysteries
Life and death, all formed through history
I wish we could be without being
One thing we all fear, is not living.