I am that I am,
  Above all else that
  Stands,
  Separated from crowds
  I am still my own 
  Man
  Even in the midst of those
  I call friends.



  My mind soars with the birds and
  Bees
  Into tranquil places concealed from
  peoples rage,
  So my actions can maintain in moderate
  Glee
  Isolated from intangible external clowns 
  only for a stage.


  
   My one body cannot carry the world's 
   Weight.
   Not an inanimate
   Object,
   My machine can surely
   Break
   Outside of my peers who don't 
   Long to wait.
   My destiny does not lie within a stranger's
   Fate.


   My sleep is not a symbol to dark 
   Nights,
   Unlike the crying invisible ghosts in 
   Breathing bodies,
   But is practiced in deep sleep from my 
   daily flights
   Unlike night owls who are dizzy and
   Potty.