Am I weak, or am I just human,
Am I empty, or incomplete?
My life has been a truance,
My thoughts have been deceit.
Am I scared, or am I brave,
Am I too smart for my own good?
Am I the master, or the slave,
Can I ever be understood?
Am I the sun, or the moon,
Am I the night, or the day?
Am I the hope, or the gloom,
Am I the predator, or the prey?
Am I the woods, or the forest,
Am I the ocean, or the sea?
Am I a native, or a tourist,
Does anyone really know me?
Am I a book, or a short story,
Am I a paragraph, or the whole page?
Am I a fluke, or am I glory,
I’m not just the podium, I’m the whole fuccin stage.
Michael C. Lucas
hey thanks for dropping by my site. One is to four; that's our ration :) Now is this a riddle or you, or you on the stage having some stage fright?..LOL. You write good poems. Try to write poems other than love, say an x-files, let me see if you can still make a rhyme ;P