Who I am
Is it me what you see in my eyes
Is it me
With whom you talked a lot
I don't know my past
I can't guess my future
Oh how I can feel myself
With time changing
Like from shell to fly
From womb to grave
The river that flows inside me
Will dry
Ocean of memory will lost
What I will be
An unknown ghost
The trees beneath me
Will change color
Nobody will noticed
Not even me
Just with the time
I will change
The river that flows inside me Will dry Ocean of memory will lost What I will be An unknown ghost really love of nature will cherish here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Existentialism! ! ........... You are here man from unknown to known......