Who am I, as if to say,
I have limitless time, on this endless day.
Just a soul, buried in the snow,
I am someone I do not know.
Maybe I'm the ocean breeze,
Carried miles upon the sea,
A simple wave upon the shore,
A gust of wind and nothing more.
I could be the setting sun,
Melting colors as they run,
Warming others with my rays,
Turning nights to happy days.
Maybe I'm a star filled sky,
Beckoning answers to questions why,
Always dark and sometimes cold,
A empty space that that fills no mold.
What if I was just a book?
Open pages to take a look,
With endless imagination and a subtle plot,
Speaking to you through my thoughts.
What if I was the morning dew,
Who am I? I thought I knew.
With all the options in my hand,
I am me, just a man.