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…
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