Tonight, I will sit here and think. Think, about myself. Myself,my personal identity. Identity, who am I? Who made me? Me, my mind, soul, and body. Body, my living machine. Machine, a game which I play life on. On, it goes on to oblivion. Forever, until the end. End, the day my light fades. Fades, like like each shining star will. Will, a meaning to keep going. Going, keep my life in motion. Motion, a movement of flesh. Flesh, my raw quantity.
