When I was a dream builder
grey stones fell from the sky.
The overloaded train
was my poor life.
Thoughts always broke
my excited mind,
mumbling only one question.
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
When I was a dark cloud
I wanted to be a light.
But I was always blown
by the wind of time.
The lakes' reflections
filled part of my mind,
asking only one question
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
When I was a bright autumn,
rustling underfoot at night,
looking for real wisdom
all my spare time.
Leaves flew around,
like many sad eyes,
singing only one question.
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
When I was a tornado
and angry with dumb mankind,
destroying all around.
I wished to be kind.
like a warm ocean,
and give my great love,
just answering the question.
Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?
14.09.2023
Who am I?
© Copyright: Владимир Шубников, 2023
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