-Who am I?
-A desperate man,
an animal crying in the jungle at night.
A liar and a hyporcite(even now(even now(even now(even now(even n
A brief flash of light in the course of thousands of years(just like millions of stars in the galaxy, going through the cycle of numerous births and deaths). A wannabe, maybe? A formless gooey of matter, not different from anything else.
A hypocrite, again. And in this particular moment, even more a vomitter and a cold sweating frog.
All and none, time and rhyme,
soon not to rhyme.
And again,
I say,
I am one of the billion stars.