They told me… Watch the world. Learn the world. Survive the world… But nobody ever asked what is the world… without You... The world I face Feels heavy some days Cold… distant… unpredictable But pause What am I when I say it feels that way? Am I not the one… naming the weight? Measuring the distance? Calling it cold? So tell me Is the world… or is it… the way I AM meeting it? The world I face… is the world I AM Not separate lines… but the same hand What I call “out there”… don’t stand alone It echoes the state… I’m standing from The world I face… is the world I AM Flip that once… now it folds back in No place to point… no one to blame When the world I face… speaks my name If I AM fear… the world sharpens its edges If I AM lack… everything’s missing something If I AM searching… nothing is ever found But if I AM still Does the world slow down… or did I stop chasing it? If I AM whole What exactly… is broken now? You don’t see the world… You see… what you are… when you see it So where do you run… when the problem follows your name? Where do you point… when the finger bends back the same? You say “this world did it”… But who’s the witness of that claim? Take away the “I AM”… Tell me what world remains? The world I face… is the world I AM Not two things… just a mirrored span Break that thought… it won’t hold shape When the seer and seen… can’t separate The world I face… is the world I AM Say it slow… let it dismantle man No outside left… no inside frame Just I AM… and the world… the same
