Poetry is kind of a big deal..

Here I stand,
At the mercy of a windstorm.
In the arms of bulletproof glass.
I am so protected,
but I can still fall apart.

Here I stand,
feet on the ground,
shoulder to the wall.
Relaxation is overrated,
destiny will call.

Here I stand,
In a hole dug six feet.
There is no telling, here,
Whom all I might meet.
Take me foward.

Here I stand,
In the light of all that once was.
In a galaxy of unknown.
Don't even ask.
You are not allowed to know.