I will die, but what am I?

BarelyABard Poems

I will die, but what am I? There are footprints in the dust behind me, for a breath of seconds, the span of decades. They fade to breeze, like echoes of a nameless lullaby. I gaze at my hands. The veins shrivel, muscles deteriorate, bones crumble. In the minute vastness, I see a reflection, distorted by mortal destruction. I push forward. Daunting truths reverberating, like hymnals. My steps will, one day, cease leaving marks and become part of the dirt. In a space of unlimited light and sound, What am I? *“Your existence is a burgeoning leaf, growing and breathing to change with the passing of seasons and one day… Let go. Carried by the wind to destinations unknown."* In a sea of vibrations and energy, what am I? *"Moonlight in a shadowed forest. Tenacious wind, unfurling sails. A bird building nests through a storm. Impassioned tears, of a lost love. The distorted reflection staring back at you.”* Through all the screams of arrogance and shame, An ethereal voice continues to chant. What are we, in a land of eternity? *"You are more and less than egos know. Countless footprints are left to dust, but each one in the same. Every step and grain of sand is you."* What are we in such a fragment of the cosmos? What are we, in such fleeting of moments? *“I am everything. You are everything.”* One day I will die …but what am I?