@inthecontext_:

TheOneTrueJoel :

Am I the body? Who am I? More so..what am I? Am I the mind? Am I more than mortal? Do I have a soul? That part of me I swear is more than just my body? Is my self awareness the reflection of my soul? Or is the self awareness a result of self perception, Illusions, and the evolution of my species? Is death the end? Or do I traverse somewhere else I wonder? When I die, will I ever be reborn again I wonder? Either as the lifely winds blowing on someone’s back, or maybe a great blue whale swimming in the immense ocean of abyss? Or Perhaps reborn as a creature so small it sees the gaps in between individual grains of sand? And now to end on our final note: Time slips silent through my veins, A river no one truly chains. We count the hours, days, and years, Yet vanish softly through the spheres. I sit and wonder what I am— A fleeting thought? A soul’s small flame? Am I this body built from dust, Or something deeper time can’t crush? Is consciousness a mirror’s lie, A spark evolved so I ask “why?” Or am I more than blood and bone, A timeless pulse the stars have known? And if rebirth should call my name, Would “I” return, or not the same? Would I still laugh with those I love, Or lose them to the dark above? Perhaps we spin through endless skies, Through death and birth in different lives. Or maybe life’s a single light— One fragile, rare, unrepeatable night. And somehow, both bring peace to me. I do not need eternity To find the beauty in this breath, Or fear the mystery of death. For what will come was meant to be; No war with fate can set me free. So I will love with open eyes, Hold close the moments time denies. I’ll live as fully as I can, A soul adrift, a fleeting man— Not seeking all the answers above, But meeting the unknown with love.