I am because I want to be, But what i want Remains to be seen, I care little of what the future promises, I ponder over what-could-have-beens; I am a reflection, In murky waters, An idea locked in a rusty vault, What am i really? i often wonder, A reality or its cast of molt, I am but a shadow Shying away from light, An illusion,unreliable, Deceiving sight. I am history tracing back, To a discarded thought, A spirit unfit, Amongst a congenial lot, I am because He willed me to be, Here amongst my tribe and kin, A desolate youth,a forlorn child, A pebble tossed, In a river roiled, I am life, losing zest, As it flows from womb to a womb, A reckless soul completely helpless, Trapped within a mortal tomb.