Undefined. Poem by Lynn El Amine

What am I
Beneath the mud
That's beneath the rain
Beneath the water
That's beneath the mud

What am I
To believe
That I can achieve
What am I
If not the wind
The dust

What am I
If not beyond the tears
The rain
What am I
If not insane

Insane
Insane
Better than being plain

What am I
If not under the roots
What am I
If not the music
Not the lullaby

What am I
If not beneath the ground
That's beneath the sky
Beneath the dirt

What am I
Under the blue fog
If not the light

What am I
Under the sun
Still feeling cold
What am I
If not young
If not old

Why am I
Colorless
What am I
If not less transparent
If not black
If not grey

What am I
Today
What was I
Yesterday

Who am I
Beneath the sand
What am I
If not beneath the ground
The air
The wind

And Why am I
Questioning my mind

What am I
If not a spirit
If I can't ignite

What am I
If not a poet
If not a girl nor a man

What am I
If not a lie
Not a prick

What am I
If not a thought
If not a piece of skin
That's beneath the mud
Beneath the rain

What am I
When the wind is beneath the earth
What am I
If I can't give birth
To a new day

Beneath the rain
Way under the fallen petals
I shower
Take my clothes off
The sun becomes my towel

Am I the speed
With which you browse through your book
Am I the last chapter
Where the hero dies?

What am I
If not another demise

What color am I?
If not the tree's branches
If not the burned brown

What am I
If not another empty hole
On your belt
What am I
If not a touch
That can't be felt

What am I
If not a dry rose, nor a broken plant
If not an empty seed
If I don't bleed

What am I?
In your written script
What role do I play?
What price do I pay?

What am I
If not the hidden traces
Of your footsteps
What am I
If not life
If not death…