Nobody is nothing;
So long as they exist in the mind of another.
It matters not what you think of me;
For what you think of me is more than what I think of myself.
My purpose is only to exist;
To draft art forms in wake of another's denial.
Men's bodies are final, they are frail.
They are glass vessels holding sand.
I am in this world, not of it.
Maybe I will travel through ten thousand lives
Before finding The Answer.