Who am I?

Who am I?
I am you.
I am a breathing soul,
Encompassed in a container of mass
That seems to be self-aware of its mortality.


Intrigued by the world around the self -
In which I’ve been convinced is still green -
I wage war with oblivion, and its grip
On the life that withers with age.


I am but a person.
Thinking, breathing, living.
Within a universe in which
I am no more than an ant.


I am but a seed,
That has been sown.
I will grow old.
I will bear fruit.
I will live to see
Sunlight grow dim
On my final night.


I am a whisper,
Drowned out by the shouts of time.
I am quiet and unknown
And will be lost forever
in a past that no memory will reach.


I am a speck
In a universe
Surrounded by colors
That only my eyes can see.


But I am a breathing soul.
I am a person.
I am a lover.
I am a smile-er.
I am a laugh-er.
I am a thinker.
I am one who is true.

Who am I?
Why, I'm a lump of matter
that in our eyes, matter.




This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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