A Maker.

These words.  These lyrics.  Though they may have been spoken an infinite amount of times throughout the course of history, no one individual has ever created them together in this specific way.  A way which helps describe my feelings, my hope, my fears, my loves.  I am a Maker.  A maker of a multitude of lyrics or poetry; art; ideas.  Every one of us is a maker in our own right.  Every instance that we speak or think or laugh or cry, we are makers creating ourselves.  We are responsible for the greatest discovery or invention rather of ourselves.  Perhaps the most magnificent things that we make are not tangible for society, but rather it is those aspects of ourselves (our ideas) the most physically untouchable aspects of this world that have the greatest impact.  We are all Makers.  Makers of ourselves, new beginnings, ultimate ends, the arts.  The road on which we travel throughout the course of our lives helps us to better discover our passions and who we are- each a unique Maker of something meaningful to some extent.