Who am I

 

Who am I Who am I?What am I?The same questionAsked by millionsAnd billionsOver the yearsIn the thick of tearsDemandingAnd beggingFor an answerReady to barterTheir own soulLife’s goalListeningAnd wonderingAgain questioningWhat is right?Black and whiteDiving deepIn self to seekFinding hollowsNothing to followTurning backTo the pleasure shackSweating hotTrembling heartReady to stop. The basic differenceAnd the preferenceFor the shallowsEasy to swallowBut.After effectsLife is soFull of defectsMind in hazeFull of glazeThoughts ablazeReady to quitFading spriritLooking rightHalf brightAnd to the leftFear of theftNever sleptPoking aroundHollow ground Then a new planConverting the manFeat of wisdomEvery thing welcomeBack door entrySuffocating cryDon’t askDifficult taskNo need to knowColor of snow AndMarching rightSeason brightHands on wheelFor a short whilePower of controlFeeling wholeWaving handCreating brandMaking hayNothing is gray  ThenSudden changeNarrow rangeHighs and fallEvery where wallsHard to comeAll undoneMouth dryFriends flySame storyWhat is whyWho am I ByRahbar.