A Question of Identity

by Zar Eldeen   Sep 5, 2011

Prisoner of myself,
I dream, but still don't move.
Lost in a cold desert,
watching stars above me,
I know I could reach them;
Even though it's snowing,
I have to trust in me.

Will this loneliness be
my closest friend till death?
The equation of life,
with all its mysteries,
could defeat this great fear;
I etch it in the ice,
I have to resolve it.

Engine of my nightmares,
color of frustration,
this desolate white land
is no longer my home.
I will prove I exist;
From desert to Eden,
I will surpass myself.


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