Find Out Who I Am
© Surazeus
2025 11 02

I travel far to find out who I am
by walking signless road of everywhere,
face blazing with unnatural light of faith
that luminates strange darkness of my heart,
but I keep hidden secrets of my soul
so none but Death could guess my skillful role.

Though shadows of infinity crawl slow
with shifting turn of suns across the sky,
I sound my voice in silence of the world
that echoes up the sun-lit street of fate
where sadness walks beside me in the heat
and tells me secrets no one else could know.

I want to know where roots of trees grow deep
through fractured diamonds of obdurate pride
to ever-spinning center of the world
where mind of God pretends it knows its name
though none but devils trapped in human form
deem rules of games defined by molecules.

I sing my small tale in the giant world
while slow clouds tumble over hungry hills
to flow with rain in winding river play
where people who created me from mud
dissolve to dust that swirls in sudden wind,
translating substance to concepts of words.

My tongue would kiss the sun awake from night
beyond primordial chaos of wild storms
till voices of my dead ancestors ring
with sparkling swirl of water over stone
in quick perpetual dance of energy
that fuels my restless journey somewhere else.

When light of dawn undoes my careful words
that shatter into shards of innocence,
I ditch deep ditch of hope to irrigate
dry fields of weeds and crickets who still sing
when haze of mist shrouds ruins of my dreams
and frost of fear melts from my pulsing heart.

Awake from weirdness of in-between times
on wind-swept landscape of forgotten fears,
I wrap my fragile skeleton of stones
with flashing words of elegant surprise
to understand the lively laugh of love
that motivates my journey beyond death.

Hard ground of rolling hills on which I walk
considers nature of my dreamless mind
light as the tree that spirals toward the sun
with tender arrogance of loyalty
so I transcend tight limits of my soul
to find I am me everywhere I go.

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Orpheus teaches new generation of seekers fine art of finding out who they are as they wander randomly in the vast complicated maze of cities filled with distractions and temptations of love.

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