Who am I? What am I?
Is there a reason why I’m here?
Life, death, why does it exist?
The past feels like a half-forgotten dream.
The future a thought I keep thinking and forgetting.
Today a moment that I may only remember or see.
A dream, reality, what is real, what is not?
Existence, nothingness, what are they exactly?
Right and wrong, what is it?
The changing seasons, a world of our imagination,
A song, a piece of bread,
The earth and sky,
A burning flame, a passing breeze,
My friend, my family,
My enemy, my ally,
Shadow and light,
The sun and moon,
The stars above.
Is it a dream or reality?
My thoughts, my emotions.
My soul, my heart.
What are they?
Who am I?
Time, space.
What is it all?
Everything feels like a dream, when I go into a world of my own.
A reality that watches, that dreams, that knows.
But in the end, is it real?
Why are we alive, why do we die?
Why do we exist, what is nothingness?
Are we merely a concept in time and space?
Are we alone, are we a dream?
Is our life a gift or a curse?
Is death our punishment for some unknown thing or is life?
Who am I? What am I?
Is there a reason why I’m here?
The past my half-forgotten dream.
My future a thought I keep thinking and forgetting.
Today a moment that I may share with another.
This dream or reality.
This life, this existence.
Is there an answer, for every question?
I don’t know, for I am
At this moment, a star,
That is hardly seen or known.
In the eternal sky, among the sea of stars.
And yet I hope, that we may meet,
“Someday… In among the sea of stars.”
“Someday;”
