Influences

What I am

What I have become

For eighteen years I have become

The product of those who live,

Those engineers, unaware of their invention

Unaware that every word, every look,

Is another stroke of paint, another brick,

In the endless canvas

The ever growing structure.

The air around me.

The sounds, the colors.

It began with songs

Sang by a voice of love.

A voice that keeps me pure,

That keeps the sounds soft

And the colors warm.

The voice turned to voices

And the voices grew

To hundreds and to thousands.

Angry and yelling and happy and sad

Always talking things I didn't understand

On the screen that I began to idolize.

An idol that never faded,

But now that screen becomes a finish line

For I make my life the race.

To be that voice in the screen.

The voices drew closer.

Closer to mouths that I could touch

And whose ears heard voices too

For they themselves were stone.

And we carved each other

Bringing some of our art to one another.

And these voices will never silence,

For they will only change

Into what the world has made them now.

And I will never be finished.

Always growing, learning, changing

Into what I will be tomorrow.

So do not ask what I am,

But what I have been

And what I will be

Because they will never be the same.

Instead be the voice.

Be the hand that holds the brush.

Be the tool that carves the stone.

Be the voice in the screen.

Be the influence.