It’s me

Being just a star of light can catch something so free. But knowing what to write about it’s truly me you see. Yet to vanish from the light. I’m never done without a sight. It is me that writes the word. It’s always different but not the cure. Why must I just speak the truth. It’s me you see at a voting booth. Should I side with what’s to come. Or live a life that’s best for some. But this is me and I will stand. I’m much better then the quick sand. I’ll always be the real true me. Because I walk through life just being free. It’s me you see in a picture painted. I’m not me if my colors fainted. It’s something real that one can see. I’m only trying it’s only me.