Who am I? I wonder. Like a sapling in a desert. Chasing after a stream of water, Leading to nothing but a mirage. Like the sunflower in fields, Turning its face to a sun that never stays, I reach for light, only to be left In the shadow of my own longing. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I circle the edges of my desires, Dancing too close to the heat, Only to singe the wings of my dreams. Like a ship lost in the fog, I drift through the haze of my thoughts, Searching for a lighthouse beam, But finding only the echo of my own call. Like a clock with broken hands, I count the hours but cannot move, Trapped in a moment that stretches endlessly, While time flows past like a river. Like a book with missing pages, I hold stories I cannot read, Words half-formed, meanings unclear, A narrative that eludes my grasp. Who am I? I wonder still, A puzzle of fragments, incomplete. A story half-written, a song unsung, A heart that beats but dares not speak.