Who Am I

Am I a living entity made up of flesh n bones with blood gushing inside or the soul fueled by desire and passion,

Am I like the hamster on a wheel or a minion who is free and soaring high up in the sky,

Am I a slave to myself working my fingers to bone or a hollow frame that has been devoured by the ruthlessness amidst,

Am I the person who is goose-stepped by the world till death comes knocking at the doors

Or a creature with a primal instinct to survive,

Interrupted by the stoppage of the train at the terminus,

The wheel of monotonous life thus begins.