Who am I?
just a man, so it seems...
Why do I feel different?
Is it just a trick, created by myself?
Am I crazy not to feel human, and not fitting our race?
Am I just an animal, a developed creature from the past, started crawling, now walking?
Or am I really from a greater divine, raised by the almighty God? A product of 2 peoples love, though still just another machine, now ready to breed the earth.
Who am I?
I guess no one really knows.
I could be an illusion, and the real me is my reflection, the opposite of who I think I am.
Am I that special, because people tells us that we are. I am actually just 1 out of a billion, how can I be special?
How can some one be unique, when they are just like me? Does that makes me unique, because they are?
Would you have two meanings of me if you saw me pointing at you with a gun, or in another situation, just passing by. Would I be recognized? Would I be special to you?
We are all the same, but still different.
We are all special, though still with each unique qualities.
How did it all start?
When will it end?
When do I stop living,
or start living?
who am I?
