Who Am I?

Am I the seed that was sown

Am I the fruit that was born

Am I the magic that this earth shored

Upon the seed and the fruit?

Am I the egg that the system sits on

As it wrestles upon my woes

Feeding spoonfuls of despair

Upon a desperate soul?

Am I the dust that the winds 

Of fate favour and failure blows

Up upon the roofless horizon

With no hope of a landing?

Am I the revolution that is

Set upon this soul by the pities of fate

To wake up to a new day

When the past is ashes

Am I the ocean upon which ships 

Of souls of humanity sail

In search of new worlds

That is yet to be fathomed?

Am I the calabash that holds the bitterness

That sends this world to tears

At a point where a smile

Would be worth a thousand lives?

Am I the ripened orange

 that quenches the thirst for life

For a future in a vase

Upon a pedestal in a palace?

I guess am the milk

For the pains of this world

To calm the wailing souls

And lull the lives to restfulness

Of contentment long deserved!