An Untitled Set of Words
Who am I; me?
Who is this being?
This side of conscience which I call my own,
That came into existence & seen by the world
I which myself is a part of this all,
A mirror of atoms, dust & elements of the stars
Defined by time, held together by physics,
Distorted by mind, shattering by actions
I walk in distractions of other people's decisions,
Blinded by colors of unforeseen nature
Is all that I am a part of one,
Do I reflect my future or do I become undone
If I am the enemy of who I am,
Will I find justice in befriending my mind
Torn in a conflict of a losing self,
I do not know if its me or simply my life
I curse that part of destiny,
Where conflicts arise
Only to sow the seeds of time,
For another me will arise
Separated in mind,
A distortion of consciousness
This thoughtless world that sees it all,
Ever so mute yet ever so moving
Jumbles of words that slip my hands,
I cant express my future with mute actions
An endless void that tries to consume me
should I fight knowing I can’t win?
Wondering in a sea of thoughts,
Will you remember or is it all just infinity
