I am icon 
I am that pictured in those tales to song 
I am that which from the brink responds 
I bring unrest when the seas have calmed 
I am legend, I am fool 
I am one of many, I am under [bad word] 
I am peasant, I am loon 
I’m disparaged, I’m consumed 
I’m most certainly confused 
I seeing something real or is it smoke? 
I on the ground or am I hung without a rope? 
And is this fantasy or from the dream have I awoke? 
I stead on the path or am I clinging onto hope? 
I? 

If you gather all the teachings that the wise have told  [bad word] every scripture from the books of old 
And muse upon the meaning of the [bad word] you’ve sewn 
You will germinate the mind but the fields won’t grow 
This is the high of low 
This is the friend turned foe 
This is what the light can’t show 
If you stand still don’t expect the Earth will slow 
See that every wind up plateaus 
If you want a seed to rise up, let go 
The greatest tragedy as every breath takes toll 
Is to live a life and never witness depth of soul 
Snake inside the rocks, your tale you will consume 
Liberate the mind but lock the body in a groove 
Know that sedentary can be tantamount to tomb 
This is why [bad word] patient must be regularly moved 
In the quest for plenty, know the paths are many 
But few will lead you past the regions where the past is buried 
Giving is the levee that will bound a man’s greed 
Prison is the dwelling when you take no leave 
Faster than a sparrow flies, trap the cupid by surprise 
Grab his bow and arrow and shoot straight into the empty sky 
You can spend eternity immersed in what’s inside 
But if you’re searching for a purpose then no purpose will you find 

I am icon 
I am that vision, I am fate transformed 
I am that allegiance to the sword you’ve sworn 
I am false idol, I am fraud 
Ratchet down disaster like a phoenix in decline 
Imagined up in rapture, but no miracle am I 
If you sing inside a cavern like canaries in a mine 
Know indulgence is a hazard so be wary with your time 
To mean something, we live and we strive for it 
To feel something, we fight and survive for it 
To love something, we scream out and cry for it 
But tell me now are you willing to die for it? 
Take of what [bad word] as you lay on the line for it? 
Armored at the core, at the ready and primed for it? 
Breach the battleground with the courage to drive for it? 
And to know the fundamentals of being alive? 
I?