who am I?
who is the person I call ‘me’?
who is looking through my eyes,
and speaking the words I call ‘mine’?
I am every person.

‘all’ is within me…
all the thoughts everywhere

are only there to remind.
all the feelings I pick and choose,

all, beyond the borders of my mind!
I am the seed to give birth,

a tree of wisdom is to be born…
but now,

just creating ‘time’ to delay!
‘time’ to enjoy, and to suffer,

‘time’ to get to know the decay!
I am my own mirror,

reflecting the illusion to and fro.
mirror is bent, mirror is tainted,

I am lost within ‘now’,
and the scene is tilted…