Who Am I? Poem by Insignia

I have no identity,
no religion..

No one give me
a single name,

I have nothing to shed..
nowhere to fade...

The black of road trying to fell me in a oath..
which glimpses of wrath,

The evil tell me to go for it...
But the time tell me its better to move on,

The sun burns my head burns my bare feet..
Want to paint me with some pain,

But the moon shows the way
where I can take some rest,

The lust want to bound me with the feast of love...

The jungle reclaim me to catch the
call of the wild,

But the urban city still asking for my root
and who am I.....