A man of few words

I am who I am
A sole being yet with others intertwined
I linger in a world untimed,
Destined to dance and rhyme.

Like others, I am a mystery
I dwell in the unconscious of those around me.
But fear not, for my soul is open and free
Just as a humble entity must be.

I reflect a man of laughters
Faithful and strong; a man that matters
A foe to the bad; to the good, a friend
To a few, an angel God-given.