I Am The Sun And The Air

I am the sun and the air,
Of nothing in particular.
I am the fun and the despair,
Of a chain so reticular.

I am the fire and the ice,
Of this god forsaken land.
I am the bad and the nice,
Of this craven world at hand.

I am the light and the shadow,
Of a life so interrupted.
I am the freedom and the gallows,
Of a society so corrupted.

I am the touch and the smack,
Of a hand in a velvet glove.
I am the front and the back,
Of a slow-spinning globe.

I am the key and the lock,
Of an iron-shaped shackles.
I am the salute and the mock,
Of a long enduring tackles.

I am the sorrow and the mirth,
Of a man so bold.
I am the purity and the filth,
Of a mind so cold.

I am the peace and the violence,
Of something so corporeal.
I am the voice and the silence,
Of anything not so ethereal.

I am the luck and the misfortune,
Of a shade so wretched.
I am the affliction and the absorption,
Of a great suffering so entrenched.

I am the mediocrity and the excellence,
Of a thought so cunning.
I am the passion and the indifference,
Of a desire so violently burning.

I am the stride and the prowl,
Of a great beast wandering.
I am the bite and the growl,
Of a creature so staggering.

I am the beginning and the halt,
Of something so excruciatingly stalled.
I am the last and the first,
Of a never-ending thirst.

Ending, never-ending,
Bending, descending.
I have many names,
All seen in the flames.

I am the one you see in the mirror,
What you see, may leave you in terror.
Call it fame, call it insane,
Is it just a game, is it all in vain?

Is it me, or is it you?
Am I here, or am I in you?
No one can tell you the answer,
Asking the question is all you can ponder.

As for now,
Take a deep bow,
Stand up and fly away,
Far and far, without dismay.