for i am man
for i am land
the dirt beneath your feet
the air in your lungs
the blood in ya veins
the light in the conner of ya eyes
the sparkle , the shine
see you are a person , no your are a percussion
and even if you/i die , your/my beats still continues
the longest instrumental and interludes
that react , attract ,and compose
of the most beautiful material god can ever show
a pinch of star dust so we could shine
some dirt so we be easy to mold
some rocks so be durable
and water so we could just flow
just hope you know your wonderful
my friend does an apple have tell you it’s an apple , no you can clearly see it is , so please reframe from telling me what you are cause i can already see who you are
