Now I take this way,

to joy and pray,

for life, in my sway-

and ask, who is me?

who is he?

Is that the dreamer

or cause of a disaster,

or a smudge on page

or a laughter of rage?

Who is he?

Who is me?

I stand amid the darken valley,

leaking life I try to rally,

a conundrum-

that forces life to choose and carry,

that smudge, that laughter,

that dreamer, that disaster,

choose and ask,

Who is he?

Who is me?

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