Who am I?

Nor the blazing sun

or the elegant moon,

the one amongst the countless

faceless stars is me

I am not in the band of lovers

or a loved one is me.

Just a passing phase

a stopover to teach or groom,

to learn the secrets of love & life

what to adapt and which to leave,

that’s me.

I am not at peace

nor engaged in a raging war.

A soldier without a battle

My biggest struggle is me.

I don’t have the periods of calm 

nor a great calamity grapples me.

My great depression is just me.

I am not one amongst the poets

or belong from society of philosophers.

I aint a singer or some revolutionary is me.

I am one of the many

who each passing day is manipulated or moved.

One of the thousand faceless in the crowd is me.

The ballad of riches don’t find me

nor poor sit beside me.

Collecting money each moment, each day

just to fill my greedy coffin, that’s me.

I am one of the millions without hope or aim,

I might be an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher

or that person standing across drenched in rain.

I am all but I am none,

because this is not what I planned to be.

My great depression is just me.