Am I all what I am ?
Some parts of me
Do they belong in bigger parts
Of your anthology ?
Do they belong among those postcards
From a plane crash ?
Broken, Burdened down into a cigarette ash
Am I all what I am ?
Am I enough ?
Am I a vandalized vision ?
A diamond in the rough
Am I my all ?
A flaming squall in thrall
Am I my all ?
Breaking through the fourth wall
Of the madman
With his third eye
Holding a blue pen
Am I the unwanted ?
Like a flavorless rhyme
Am I my own sanctuary ?
Filled with sage, rosemary and thyme
Am I a renegade ?
Running away from the wolves
From life and its sharpest blade
Wading through the rustling ebb tide
Am I my own rebel ?
Or am I the chosen vessel ?
Am I who you are ?
A diary of the northern star
Am I something elusive to find ?
A mixture of the imperfect and the kind
Am I an alabaster nest ?
Am I a bullet inside the soldier's chest ?
Am I my own best ?
Am I my own final quest ?
If you still can't guess who I am
With this deepest gash
I am a writer
Of postcards from a plane crash
