Or the cynic who spots the lie
The ambitious who strives for ends
Or the purist who prizes means
Am I he, whose heart fell in love
Or whose body longed for another
The one who pined for that company
Or was it, for solitude, he feared
Am I he who competes
Or the coward who surrenders
The one who runs to win
Or one of the gullible dreamers
Am I the one who deceives
Or the saint who suffers truth
The one who believes in the light
Or who's simply afraid of the dark
Am I split or singular
In places one or plural
He who flourishes
Or the doomed who perishes
Breathing here and drowned there
The sands I stand on,
With me, are they ridden ?
The faces, at me, that smile
Does nothing lie beneath the sheen ?
Is there something - anything
Of me, when I'm gone, worth recalling
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