i belong to none,
where I am from
i know not at all.
where this journey culminates
there I am from
so says the sages of the ages.
but I am here
among the whispers
masking many roles
of which I am not any of it.
in this universe I roam free
and claim that I belong to all,
yet the truth infallibly tells
that I belong to none.
sweet scent of dried leaves
not of death in the time gone by,
wavering trees unweaves the secret
rooted in the ground searching for life
the birds and animals and mountains
and to whom that they really belong to ,
to the same I belong to, too.
they speak the same language
differently though,
that I belong to none
but time
but time
but time!!
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