I Am what I Am, He who is me. Inhale as I use my two lungs to breath life into your situation or aid you in your meditation. To use minds for conversation, I mean my language. Because sometimes you can't overstand when I be saying it. Because I Am what I Am a pulse built up of worldly trinkets, not realizing I Am so because I think it. Like eyes that blink with the same energy I Am built upon, the same energy that makes Kings from pawns. The same energy that turns dusk to dawn, just to shine this great light of mine. Because I Am what I Am illumination from concentration of my 3rd eye, my bird eye. High as I elevate above the clouds, no loud calm down as my psychoactivity observes information from the preparation of your dedication to be You who You Are.
