My name

I walk the seas of faceless masses Just a ghost in the oceans of souls trying to make sense of a life full of inserneties my story written told to none but me, and in all of this i am anchored by my name. the relevence of my existance, so my mother says my subjection to the systematic society cuncludes my rebel mentality needless this word in my life yet response reactions when said not right of my time i climd to it's anger and surrender to it's meaning defining my being, living they call me name, when they seek understading becuase it is said right, when it is said well i give up the ghost, yet name, it remains to be reminesed by those who called it and so i see the truth in my mothers words yet this name, could have given birth, to this truth, for if it were defferent i would have lived not a similar earth. a worriors name, to push my life to the edge a kings name to marry me a wife and crave for a son or a religious name, to define my humbleness but no, i was named after what all men seek wisdom, knowledge, education, THUTO is my name and now this seas not so faceless they seem..