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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