Who am I?
am I the one who is looking back at me
or do we bear distinct identities?
am I a mere reflection, or is there
more beyond what I see?
These questions plague my mind
for nothing that I perceive is a reality, where
everything exists in a state of perpetual flux
a transition, from moment to moment.
I’m energy in constant motion, experiencing
a spectrum of emotions, navigating life through a labyrinth
a charade of fleeting expressions
where the quest for self is triturated
by the crushing weight of societal expectations.
Strung am I by the dichotomy of life
like a puppet, I dance to the rhythm of time
an instrument crafting notes, pieces and songs
a leitmotif composition playing to the melody
of the one who shapes us all.
Am I attuned with life’s eternal song, I ponder
or have I drifted apart from its sacred synergy?
for nothing seems to make sense at all
in this enigmatic play of cosmic mystery.
I diligently play my role in this fateful game of dice
entangled in a web of lies, fighting the dilemma
shrouded by a veil of illusion – darkness, gore, vile and pride
where goodness lies shattered, humiliated and despised
and debauchery claims the price.
Who is it I see within this mirror?
a conundrum in existence, elusive and unclear
where the need for constant introspection is vital
to preserve the fragile threads of sanity.