Sitting under the candlelight every night, Have you asked yourself, Why do you sit alone in the dark, with some spark of loss, And hanging light in yourself, Do you emerge between, Who were you yesterday and who you will be tomorrow? But, I asked myself, Why do my bones dance, Between the regrets of the past and speedy waves of tomorrow? Why do I survive in the air of a black hole and at the same time I want to color the fly, Why do, I smile with tears inside, And cry out with laugh deep inside, I again ask myself, Who am I? The ghost of myself bounded legally to fear, Or the consideration of real and not illusory vibes, In end I again smile, Screaming out loud , Who am I? The one who, I want mankind to know, Or the one who dies within me every night, Who am I?