Monday, July 27, 2009

Am I a shadow
of a figure I once was
pale and deathly
disfigured by my deeds

Or am I a fresh vapour
a ray of the rising sun
piercing the mundane
with my brilliant light

Maybe I am a constant
immune to change
evolved beyond evolution
spinning with the wheel
in its unending circular motion

Maybe a chameleon
a master of disguise
changing with the times
acquiring new shades

I might even be an outsider
watching the ongoing game
interested by my curiosity
insulated by my being

Am I a wanderer
left to find my own way
or is this my abode
where I can play my part in the grand play

Is my being needed
Or do I just need to be
I just wonder
who am I
and why am I???

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