THE LAST QUESTION
Who am I, but a reflection in the water-
A sealed bottle of uncertainty and misdeeds?
Who am I, but a drifting log on a chunk of earth
Clothed and fed by the same enigmatic soil?
Who am I, but a drop in the sea
Salty and adrift in the heart of a storm?
Who am I, but a past unfolding in the future
Scorned and praised by minds that scarcely understand?
Who am I, but a withering tree in an enchanted forest
Dying from the loopholes of magic's grasp?
Who am I, but a traveler in the desert
Jotting survival tactics in the sand—
Hoping for the storm to pass
Yearning for the oasis amidst the thirst
Longing for a path out of the dying land?
Who am I, if I give up now-
Lying down to pray for forgiveness
As I gently end this struggle?
Naomi
Mon 20th Jan 2025 17:08
Thank you Graham!
It's interesting to think that the quest to understand ourselves is what truly sets us apart. Some seem to have a clear sense of self, while others remain lost in the search. It raises the question of who is right and who is wrong. Perhaps the journey itself holds the answer. I’m glad you connected with those lines, and your reflection adds such depth to the conversation.