Who am I?
I am you.
I am a breathing soul,
Encompassed in a container of mass
That seems to be self-aware of its mortality.

Intrigued by the world around the self -
In which I’ve been convinced is still green -
I wage war with oblivion, and its grip
On the life that withers with age.

I am but a person.
Thinking, breathing, living.
Within a universe in which
I am no more than an ant.

I am but a seed,
That has been sown.
I will grow old.
I will bear fruit.
I will live to see
Sunlight grow dim
On my final night.

I am a whisper,
Drowned out by the shouts of time.
I am quiet and unknown
And will be lost forever
in a past that no memory will reach.

I am a speck
In a universe
Surrounded by colors
That only my eyes can see.

But I am a breathing soul.
I am a person.
I am a lover.
I am a smile-er.
I am a laugh-er.
I am a thinker.
I am one who is true.

Who am I?
Why, I'm a lump of matter
that in our eyes, matter.

I

am

you.