Who am I?

All alone.

I stand, I don’t remember.

The door is beside;

And the hustle

Of life looks at me through the glass

 

 

I think, I remain.

I stand and see my own reflection.

I rub my hair;

I stand still yet again.

I wait. I think.

The only who supports me is

The subdued tick-tock.

 

 

I open the door;

I climb the ladder, to the top.

Finally, the wind touches me;

It bathes me cold-frozen.

I am numb.

All alone.

 

When a kid;

I looked into the eyes of a God.

To know that someone watches.

The body doesn’t want it.

The mind can’t stand it.

I lighten it.

 

So I jump.

I am God.