Who am I?
The good me? The bad me?
I'm both. I'm either.
Also, I'm neither of the two.
A victim of time,
Picking up myself,
Crawling, aging,
But still, standing,
To make a living.
Drowning, crumbling'
In this sweep.
Yet, in a momentary lapse,
Cheating the mighty time,
To nail some moments.
I'm me, wondering who's me?
Through the sweep of time;
Fighting, flying and sighing,
I'm a warrior, a survivor.
I'm, the usual, ordinary man.
