I
Am
With each of us at birth
Another mold is set;
A new spark runs its course
Along the peoplenet.
With each of us at birth
Another link is wrought
To stretch reality
By innovative thought.
The "I" hatched into void
Is potent as a star;
Asleep, we play it down.
Afraid, its strength we mar.
Each angle on the world,
Of genes and soul compressed,
Is prism just as prison,
Regardless of the quest.