Sense of self

 When you think you matter,

you see the heights, the peaks,

you hear the depths, the extremes.

Your soul stops to think

"Do I really matter?"

Then you think of your cells

each breath, the life within.

Each step, the bone shakes

then breath comes out, 

gets your eyes pinned.

Just to start all over,

so has it always been,

Yin and Yang.