MY SEASONS

I forgot what I was existing for; I am here, but where am I?

My thoughts surrounding my streets

Hundreds of questions banging on my door,

I seek wisdom.

WHAT AM I?

The same sunrise, different fears,

I wake to bloodhound in my self

I breathe my forgotten self

Watching the clock,

WHO AM I?

I must be me.

Someone with anticipation?

I must be you,

Someone with self-worth?

I must be she,

Someone with ANGST

Existing is a heavy coat I wear now,

My winter has left .

My autumn withered.

Yet my coat refuses to live ,