Who am I?
Lost in a myriad of names,
I search in them the real me.
Masks I wear so many,
Neither of them reflects me.
Every morrow, as the soft
Refulgence ascends illuminating the
Horizon,
I set on a lonesome journey,
In search of my identity,
Nurturing hope
In the vortex of my heart,
To find the girl, lost in the ravages of time.