Am I the corpse that awaits the return of a spirit
Or the phantom that disappeared?
Am I the murderer who saw the blood on my hands; and on my face did smear it
Or the imitation that to the eye dead appeared?
Am I the bird who chirped in the wild forest
Or the observer that despises it?
Am I the pianist who performed till no more could her sore wrists
Or that listener that is no longer consoled by it?
Am I the dreamer who\'d spend hours gazing at stars
Or the spectator so forlorn that she no longer dares to dream?
Am I the person who goes afar
Or the fool that stays where she is like the rocks in a stream?
Am I the artist who sees and paints the beauty
Or the pessimist who sees the tainted glory?
Am I the amity who thinks to be kind is my duty
Or the cynic who thinks the morals false of the childhood story?
Is my heart of lead
Or no longer beating?
Am I one of the dead
Or a part of the living?