“Who am I?” – usual question again I will hint,
“Who am I?” – the wind carries my words far away,
“Who am I?” – dress is trembling again in the wind,
“Who am I and where to I’m headed today?”
“It’s surprizing – I’m living, but also I’m not,
Who am I – will the answer be given someday?”
“Stars in heaven…” – I look up in the sky in deep thought,
“I believe you…” – and glad sadness will burn me away.
“Supposition…” – in my heart I am doubting again.
“Maybe… I will learn to be flying someday?
So that, standing briefly on edge of a cliff,
Soar up into the sky and, with flash, go away.
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