I stand as...

When in sounds, sights and smells, I don't find any glee,
I stop, look around, ponder over and turn around to see
If the world must stop, I must carry on and fight,
I claim to be no one, I 'rely' on none, I hold on and hold tight,
If all must turn away, must I give everything up that time ?
Or is a moment of solace too selfish to be be just mine?
If I wish to breathe no more, give up and just lay still,
will you give in as well, and not tell be to stand up and kill?
For I may not shoot Sheldon, Alice, Peter or Jane,
I claim to be nothing but crazy, never swore' insane,
I wished for no more, I smiled at and craved zero,
I 'demanded' zilch, kept shut and simply paused, did I call out 'Hero?'
The world is not enough, for I did not even set my limit to start,
I just looked ahead and breathed, took a while, clasped my heart,
for when the rain shall stop, and the sun shall shine no more,
I shall just sit down and wonder, hope for my limbs to get sore.
when I doubt and am afraid, I might crumble and fall,
but if my number one summons, i answer that call
and if I die, who may go ahead and lead,
I am not to judge, for I don't know a 'breed'.
I must simply stand and smile,
even if it just stays for a while,
and as my walls may collapse and break,
I shall still look up and again try to make,
for I was born as no one, just my own special way,
'Kriator', as I put it, or my close and loved ones like to say.