In a long sofa
I lay briefly... outside the veranda next to my granny cozy cat
My thoughts wanders like a reincarnated soul
As I ponder...
Who am I?
I ask repeatedly
To what purpose do I deserve to be called among the humans?

As I lay myself down... Heaven hear me frown...
Neither could my thoughts stop pondering...
Who am I?
What is this tormentors agitations?
That rest on my hearts shoulder
And make me feel as if all had been a dream...
Was I to wake up in a moment?
Who am I?
I ponder still...

My spirit remains awakening
For the search of truth is beyond physical
And the person I am or I'll be
Determines how I set my pace
For the heart has reasons
That reasons itself cannot know...
  
After all,
I'm the master of my fate ....and the writer of my own destiny...
The weaver of the so called Carpet of fate...
And so are you.....