Who,
what, why am I, from deep blue sea or yonder sky?
Am I from
mud, Atlantis, or maybe from space up high?
A
dizzying ride I took, far from the flesh-pursed womb,
Whizzing
through this tunnel of life to the imminent tomb,
Who,
what, why am I?
Who,
what, why am I, man, woman, or maybe little child?
Am I
running through childhood, feeling so free & so wild?
Passing
swiftly through the playgrounds, colleges & schools,
Learning
all the taught laws & ropes & obeying life´s taut rules,
Who,
what, why am I?
Who,
what, why am I, on earth to merely compete, lose or win?
From
tunneled birth, garbed only in bone, flesh & satined skin,
Non-
stop, ever Spinning, changing, morphing, what´s my stance?
From
childhood days, flung down the aisle of whirlwind romance,
Who,
what, why am I?
Who,
what, why am I, between the frowns & erstwhile smiles?
Within
darkened vortex of living & life´s long & fast spun miles,
Slowing
down in time blown wrinkles, pleats & soft lined creases,
Asking
still now, as the blood-spinning carousel slows & ceases,
Who,
what, why am I?
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