I Am You

I am both wind and whisper as the tenderness of life's rush mellows the passage of posterity I am both forgiving and fiery to the softening of obduracy I can be sorrowful and somber or a paragon of felicity. I may be sincere, sometimes I'm not from truth to a degree of fakery I am the rashness of ribaldry as the coarseness of a day of wrath and the sense of a better path chosen with wise analogy I am defiled and graciously defined oft praised and oft maligned I am both reason and rigidity for truth be told I am the absolute worst and the ultimate best of humanity Both wind and whisper I am you!