Misted Heart

Who Am I ?

Am I the fire that spreads around like conflagration ?

Or the fire blanket that stops the destruction ?

Am I the wave, calm and collected ?

Or the motion that causes hurricanes ?

Am I the wind, that caresses your face ?

Or the irritation that annoys your race ?

Am I the land that holds you firm ?

Or the burden that makes you squirm ?

Am I the frustration that follows you everywhere ?

Or the simple girl, that's despair ?

Am I the sunflower that blooms in fall ?

Or the withered rose found inside your diary ?

Am I the lotus that rises above the surface to bloom ?

Or the dirty thing that litters around the room ?

Am I the star that shines so bright ?

Or is it just the challenger's plight ?

Am I the darkness, that surrounds you ?

Or the light in your life that shines so bright ?

Am I the architect of your life ?

Or the sole destroyer of your living ?

Am I the delusion you carry around ?

Or the reality too hard to face ?

Am I the pain that comes at night ?

Or the smile of your happy day ?

Am I the experiment you willing to try ?

Or the purpose of your life ?

Am I the reasons for all those fights ?

Or the human who is absolutely right ?

Am I the blazing sun that witness you try ?

Or the moon which pities your cry ?

Am I the angel with the devil horns ?

Or you are the one, pricking thorns ?
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Who am I ?

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