I, Thing!

I, THING!

I spent my first twenty percent
Being passed around, from hand to hand,
Sometimes from hand to fist.
The things I've missed
Will never come again.
So, here I stand...
The beauty and the truth I'm certain to be real
Still have a place with me,
But not today.
For now I say:
This thing that wasn't meant to be
Has woken up
And it won't stop!
The beauty and the beast
Watching over its sleep,
In awe of all the strength within,
Finally recognize their kin
And call for it to lead the way
Along the path
That, once so dark,
Now opens to a brighter day.
Because the thing that should not be
Now is!
And it won't cease,
Until the world that spat it out
Can't do without,
Can't help but see,
And opens up its heart.