The Spirit

I can expand beyond even boundaries,

I can extend not only a hand but a thought to you, 

for you and on behalf of you,

some try to say I'm powerless and say only solid things have might,

however when you can only walk or run,

I can take flight.

Forged from creation may be many beautiful things, 

forged from energy even blades of steel,

but what of the creator of worlds? 

Or the thinker of thoughts? 

What of the calm after the storm?

Some try to say I am only created and that I will never be a source,

however when you try to darken someone's day, 

I can bring the light of dawn with force.

Limitless and bursting, 

invigorated and thirsting,

I grab life by the horns and make it hum,

some try to say I am but a pawn,

but I know better for I am a spirit and I play to the beat of my own drum.