In my mind, I am a blind man seeking for vision.
"Who am I?" is only a question.
Am I the river separating the forest from the desert?
I know I should be the missing tone
between noise and silence.
I came with nothing still I want to give it all.
"To nature for nature, I owe it all." This is my motto.
Still, who am I?
The best way to know me is to love me.
If you do not know me, do not judge me.
Appearance is not reality.
I am black, I am white-these colors,
those words mean nothing to me.
Human blood, I know, is red
neither black nor white.
Who am I?
Was I a bad person before?
If it is my past that makes me,
Then I am history
that could be changed.
To err is human, correct me do not condemn me.
My pedigree may not be well defined
still it can be refined.
Words are all I have left but in which language
should I express myself?
I am simple; I am complex,
I am like poetry. I am who you take me for.
I am me you are you. Only God knows what
I don`t know what I should be.
I can only run from what chases me
from outside not from within.
I love it...,
Help me break the barriers
and build the bridges.
`Till then, I am nothing but a dreamer.
I really do not know who I am; but, for sure,
I know there would never be another me.~~Ngalle Metute~March 1st