Myself

Standing in the shadows, eyes on the crowd

Lost in the echo, beneath the silence loud

Front of the masses, my face is a mask

Performing in darkness, behind a cold, empty task

Truth in a rush, like lightning they chase

Savoring the fruit, in this moral maze

Am I a sheep in their fold or a wolf in disguise?

Dancing with the wind, truth hidden in my eyes

Should I let go, or hold onto this dust?

Seeking a new land, or is it just mistrust?

Catch the breeze, set me free, let the wind decide

Journey to the genesis, where secrets hide

Bond or flee, in this tapestry, I wear my disguise

In the storm’s eye, I’ll find my way, beneath the skies

Dust settles slow, on the silent ground

Fragments carried far, in the wind’s soft sound

Is this foreign soil, just another guise?

Or a place to grow, beneath the open skies?

Should I break the mask and show what’s true?

Or dance with deception, in this shadowed view?

Freedom calls in gusts, whispering my name

To leave or to linger, in this shifting game

Catch the breeze, set me free, let the wind decide

Journey to the genesis, where secrets hide

Bond or flee, in this tapestry, I wear my disguise

In the storm’s eye, I’ll find my way, beneath the skies

Winds of change, blow me toward the start

Genesis beckons, in the depths of my heart

Is safety in the known, or in the untamed?

In the gust’s embrace, I’m unashamed

Mask falls away, truth begins to glow

In the wind’s whisper, I let go, I know

To be reborn, in the storm’s eye

In the dance of dust, I’ll learn to fly