Rosmin Elsa Mohan
Who Am I?
I thought I was a son
My life, when had begun
I thought I was the one
When I knew I’d but won
I thought I was so rich
With my dreams forever in pitch
I thought I was so poor
When she left; behind that door
I thought I was in here
The soul though was out there
I thought I could realize
What I was. To emphasize
What I was in what I am
But then the stars seemed so bright
I could not just face the light
I ran forth.
The past seemed to outrun me
I think I spoke to shadows.
For somewhere out in utter space
Was someone who knew my ways?
The past in me to embalm
Those lines on my right palm
The myth that blinded the human race
In a mirror to see that face
To see who I was
Who I was
Who I am
Who am I?
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