~ Who Am I ~

~ Who Am I ~

A question we always ask ourselves,
Or better should ask oneself,
Seeking answers for which we spent a lifetime,
Most of them fade before the right time.

Six feet under, we lie beneath the surface,
Most of them with the same question on their face,
Travelling these six feet, what I earn is a name,
My journey ends in defining this name.

Everyone plays a role indeed,
Some are good and some bad,
Though some are bad, they help us build,
The good one, mostly fade with life's shade.

I also learned, there is always a one,
On you they will have authority,
Also, when I am an option to someone,
For some, I am a priority.

With a new life in this world,
We are already the past - a history,
To the life's cycle, the new born is already sold,
And, we end up our mystery.

Six feet under, we lie beneath the surface,
Most of them with the same question on their face,
Travelling these six feet, what I earn is a name,
My journey ends in defining this name.

- Justin
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