What Am I?

What is my past, If not an Immensely heavy anchor?

What is my present, If not the Struggle to stay afloat?

What is my future, If not the Quest to Ogygia?

What is pain, If not the Tipsiness of ignorance?

What is hurt, If not the Lines I write?

What are tears, If not the Leftovers of you?

What is the night, If not the Winds of solitude?

What is the day, If not the Escape from the night?

What is liberation, If not the Songs I sing?

What is love, If not the Tapering of cracks?

What is happiness, If not the Resemblance in art?

What is life, If not the Gradual healing?

What am I, If not All I am?

– Funadrius

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