Poems from beyond the grave...

Who am i? (Kinda confusing riddle)

I walk on air and I walk on ground.
I walk on the line between life and death,
On the folds of reality as i fold them,
On the brink of true darkness but also on the brink of the blinding light.
Who am I? Who am I going to be? Who was i to be?

The folds of time and space will crumble as the light and dark fight within our hearts to convince us of two different realities for the evil ones and the good? Who are they? Why do they want us to lie to ourselves into believing there is an up or a down? A heaven or hell? Of course an ancient book may say so. Or the facts may point but it's all in what you choose to believe. Who are we really and where do we belong? The infinite within the folds of time and space are a different journey. A journey meant for ourselves in the future. Our future is our past as is our past our present and our present our future. The only truth remains is what is in you heart.

The remaining question is..
Who are we really? What were we meant to be? Where are we meant to go?
Who am I?