When I look at people,
I wonder how they love trying to be better than others.
How all they want is to brag and show they imaginarily gotten Golden feathers.
How they forget the only person they'll always be in competition with is who they were yesterday.
I've heard stories of a bird unequalled.
Though a myth, it was one unmatched.
Said to be the only one of its kind.
One you could rarely find.
It died but burning itself to ashes.
On a pyre of its own making,
Ignited by the sun.
In a crowd of thousands,
There will only be one you.
So have these words etched somewhere,
Like the bird
'I Am A Phoenix'
A symbol of uniqueness.
