Who am I?


Who am I?

What does that question mean?

Who am I?

Which lights for me are green?

Does one find himself?

Or must one create himself?

Who am I?

Why do I cry?

I'm someone searching for peace.

Someone who's tired of paying to lease.

Someday I'll stop searching for me

and realize I'm who I want to be.

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