This is my body, housing my soul...
How shall I use it, for good or for evil...?
Contained within it are the tools for both...
A shell of sorts for either, yet I challenge the difference...
The angst I feel is but for a moment...
Do I hold within myself how I should act to those that respond to
me...?

This is my heart that pumps the blood of my life...
Where does its passion love truly lie...?
It allows me to wield the sword or to offer bread...
Will it harbor compassion for those it touches or touch it...
Does it reach out to grab other love, to hold dearly to such...
I ask myself...?

This is my mind, as I'm given freedom to think...
Should I allow it to wander in every direction without cause...?
Or shall I resign myself into the coddles of my own realm...
Do I see things for what there are...
Can I explore without prejudice...
Do I truly believe that of which I espouse...?

This is my spirit, for reach is eternal...
Where will it take me...?
Once severed, I shall witness worlds not yet revealed...
Language is one, injustice not a word known...
Creation of the Magnificent is beholden...
How long before I see such...?