I was born through these words
On a page with a pen
Confined with a phrase
And grammatical restrictions
Limited to words
For a heart and emotions
I form ideas and pictures
From letters and knowledge
I lack in perception
But make up for in description
I'm an actor a writer a prophet and liar
I'm honest and noble and cautious to bone
I'm not just a person
But an entity far more complex
I consist of nothing in particular
But I'm fathomless and shallow in depth
I'm hollow yet complete
Transparent, yes I'm translucent
But completely whole
I'm nothing but meaning
I'm still nothing at all.
