W.E Enders echoed thoughts

I wish I was a mere bud that shines upon your dew
The budding rose that now so slowly turns into a flame. 
which then echoes of a shard -that different point of view-
That Just spends more time evolving me into a blade
But … I am just a man
With all the fucking faults
And all the bastard blames
With spit bitterness in shorts 

Our identity is nothing but a fluid symbiotic chaotic mix 
Of emotions and tired experiences that long to scream;
In worlds that blend in oppositions, which now then fix, 
To make a unified sphere caught tight in a laser beam.
But… I am just a man 
With all the fucking faults 
And all the bastard blames 
And all the weak insults 

So take me from this place of mere and happenstance
Lift my vision from the vale of skim and circumstance 
Tie my soul to a world that is and that could might be
So I can be the man that this worlds expects from me. 
But… I am just a man 
With all the fucking faults 
And all the bastard blames 
Of a fathers shared insults. 

(c) adh 2014