In this vast world

Who, yet who, but who, who

Who am I?

I see it in the distance; the guiding light is a blur

To the imagination -

Imagination of what enitity?

I question who!

Yet who, but who, who

Who am I?

In this vast frustration

I observe the rays of such reflection

The constitution of such apparations of no origins.

Epiphanies, maybe?

Yet, I am lost. I call

To the heavens.

What purpose do I lay myself every night -

Such nights where the whisp of oxygen is unbearable,

Yet I still ask,

Yet who, but who, who

Who am I?