The world is only defined

By the eyes observing it,

The feet running on it

And the soul trying to exist in it.

That definition changes,

From iris to iris.

It’s pieced together with

Every moment of laughter and bliss

Or tears and despair.

Keep your holy book

And your dictionary.

Don’t tell me what I see

Or who I am.

Don’t tell me what I should stand for

Or what I should look like.

Because I wouldn’t dare tell you.