Spirit

I don't move with the seasons, I don't flow with the wind, but over time,  still,

I change and reform, becoming apart of the landscape.

I rarely move, not even if the earth does, and not even with the people's will, do I move.

I am unseen by eyes who only see size of houses and the figures of the body,

and not the inside of them.

Yet, I dwell inside those vain eyes as well,

though most would not believe.

I push men to drive to their dreams, to reach deep within themselves,

and make them scream with agony and joy.

Though many times I'm ill written of,

I do provide a path, yourself, as a solution to seek.

I am pushing you, and though you push me down, I cannot be ignored.

I am the spirit, and freedom is what I should be named,

for I am what you search for daily.