Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I?
How do I think the way I do?
Where am I going?
When is my time?
To go?
Is there anything?
For me?
To see? I doubt it.
Am I alive?
Or atleast awake?
Is this a dream?
If so, a nightmare
full of sweet tales and sorrowful riddles.
One full of questions that may never be answered,
and one full of answers that may never be questioned.
Who I am, is an answer
that takes a lifetime to figure out.
What I am, is an answer,
that binds and seperates us.
Why I am, is an answer,
that can be best explained by those who make us who we are.
I think the way I do because,
I am.
I am going, somewhere;
or am I here?
My time is now...
to go?
soon. too soon
Everything to see,
all for me.
To share,
and to give.
I live my life,
and walk with her
in both dreams.
Because I am reality,
and reality is asleep.