Today…
16 years ago…
My brother and ”I” were born.
Yet, something I have not answer thus far, or possibly cared about until today, is the questions of who am I?
If anything, do I deserve all the things I have?
Do I, Keep working, rest, act or not. Is it all in my control?
Will my soul fall into the endless void of the universe in that day that no one wants but everyone gets.
Will all the tears I have shed, the smiles that has crossed my face,
the worries that have plagued my mind, the demons that I fight at night,
my victories and screams of joy, my own personal achievements,
throughout this way too long of a road,
Matter… count….
Is this what they envisioned for me?
Am I going down the correct path or walking mindlessly unto a trap.
What is it that I truly sought to be?
Great? Shallow? Deep? Scared? Brave? Dead? Known? Forgotten? Alone?
Happy birthday they say… Happy birthday I must say that I have.
Why are you sad?…. Sad I shall say I am not.
Woah! You are very happy…. Happiness I must endure indeed.
For I will, at the end,
will parish in flame,
fly unto the sky,
Be owner of my mind,
or float in the vast and great expansive field of nothing,
These are things that I will have to wait for and see, and then, finally… must accept.
It’s 11:06 pm, its getting late outside.
They are calling my name,
I must,
go,
back.