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Who Am I
Who am I? Who am I? I was a working man who worked day and night. Living in darkness and hoping to see light. I’ve lived with pain since my years are gone. I know the darkest is right before dawn. From my empty bed, I looked at the sky; I changed to a bird and then dreamt of fly. To live my life in extreme, I got lost in a dream. I was searching for love until I found the scheme. I stretched my wings and danced, hoping for the spring, Flying in the rain, learning how to sing. In my dream as a bird, morning changed into night. To find my love again, I hoped to see light. As a bird on a tree, I dreamt of a man. Sleeping in his bed and dreaming all he can. That man, in his dream, worked morning till dark; Got tired of pain and asleep in the park. He slept again so fast to escape from his past, one more dream of joy, hoping to see at last. He changed again in rage; to a bird flew from cage, drunken from the dew, garden became his stage. Until he fell asleep, once more as bird so deep, He dreamt again as a man who cried himself to sleep. I know you’re confused, maybe a bit amused, Perhaps I am that bird or man that is confused. 12/2015 Haloo
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