Chaotic silence

What form of shadows do my image cast?
What do people see?
What do I see?
Or are they reflections of others instead?

What does my light brighten?
What does my darkness hide?
Do I serve my body?
Or do I serve my soul?

Which wind carried my voice?
Where did the earth bury my words?
Which water drown my thoughts?
What fire scorched my actions?

Do silence provide inert answers?
Do chaos hide calm?
Or does calm hide impending storms?
Does all answers bring peace or confusion?

Where are my talents?
Where are my skills?
Are they buried?
Or do they bring profit?

Do I listen to a voice,?
Or am I the voice?
Am I fulfilled with my efforts?
Or do my efforts fulfill me?

Do you know my answers?
Or am I asking your questions?
Maybe you're curious,
Or Maybe you're just naive



AFTER All LIFE IS OUR ROAD AND DEATH OUR LIMIT