Who am I,
what am I here for?
what is my task here?
or am I just a metaphor?
What do I exist for?
what I have to think for?
do I carry a mission,
or I just have came to snore?
Do I have to carry a journey,
or do I need to reach a destination,
I am still clueless,
for the reason of my manifestation.
am I still a puzzle,
convoluted into a world of mine,
or do need to think of,
a reason of an existence , divine.
Am I an option,
into a world of someone,
or am I a choice,
in a world of mine.
I can't see anything further,
I am devoid of conclusions,
I don't want to find reasons,
I am tired of imitations.
PS: inspired by Robert frost's : Miles to go before I sleep
