Who Am I
Not sure of who I really am
Think I've lost myself in the middle of nowhere
So many questions; self-interrogation
Please let me know before I explode
Why do I experience the need of knowing, why?
Is this feeling unique or just a natural response?
Slowly getting awkward of this world I have found
Forced to isolation, tell me the reason why?
But who are you to tell me?
Are you sure of yourself?
Are you sure of the role that you have mastered to play?
If I asked will you be sure that you have analized yourself?
If we're just both living in heaven and in hell
Where will the journey of exploring myself
Finds its way to cease; making hard on myself
I'm seeing different faces: crying, laughing, winning and losing
Amongst these images, "Who am I? Who am I"?
Then I looked at the mirror and focused for more
I have seen oneself, I have never seen before
Been busy of twists and turns conforming to the world
Never imagined that I have me as the cure
I forgot the essence of my body and spirit
To be transformed by the renewal of mind and soul
To do what's good, acceptable and perfect
As a temple of holiness; a channel of grace
Bruises and scratches all over my face
Starting to conceal my identity and race
Being too busy looking for the answers
I have forgotten me and took it for granted
Staring at myself now as I paused for once
I have seen the value of me that's so special
As I found love the reason for living
The question of life's purpose is now meaningless to me.
Copyright © Arden Gopela | Year Posted 2013
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