The prophet

Am I Adam?

Or I could be Eve,

Perhaps I am the apple,

But no, I am the serpent.

The serpent that wants to change the world for no motive,

The serpent who wants a new world even if it fucks me up.

A world where it may be just another animal in a cage.

No, I am not that ambitious, not that selfish either.

So. Am I the serpent?

Or perhaps Adam,

I could be Eve,

But no, I am the apple.

The apple that knows is not the better fruit but still changes the world.

The apple who changes the world for one not better, but bigger.

The apple who is just waiting to be discovered, doing nothing.

No, I am not that patient, and the world does not pay that much attention.

So. Am I the apple?

Or perhaps am the serpent,

Maybe I am Adam,

But no, I am Eve.

Eve who loses everything just for a mistake.

Just another woman changing the world and having blame instead of congrats.

Eve, overshadowed by Adam, the serpent, and even the apple shade.

No, I am too egocentric, not that brave, and the world is not ready for that much.

So. Am I Eve?

Maybe I am the apple,

Or perhaps the serpent,

No. I am Adam.

Adam, the first, the perfect, the human.

Adam, daddy’s favorite just for being the man.

Adam the royalty on a perfect land.

No, I am not that lucky and the world has too many Adams.

So who am I?

Am not the first, let alone the second.

Am not the bad, nor the discordant.

No. I am the prophet.

The prophet who never got tempted by the serpent.

The prophet who rather figs because, at that time, apples did not exist.

The one who watches Adam and Eve from the distance and remains unnoticed.

I am the one who tells stories.