Worth

I feel as if I only have one organ which inhabits me
That my brain is in a liquid form, clotting my blood,
In order to re-enforce my skin and bones
That my very existence is just to breath and think
That all I am worth is just ideals and dreams

Its as if my reach falls beyond that of Earth
And yet my hands can only grasp this soil

Like I am merely just stumbling through the english language
Trying to find the right words,
The right words to translate this foreign brain