Poem: Who was I?
Who was I?
Crossing the Wine valley I stumble and ask... wh0?
The darkness is coming, the hour is…late
The hill is still to be…biked up!
Time is oppressive, it…goes!
Love is gone, but…so?
The hill is still to be…biked down!
The answer is sought, it never is…found
But asking who? Asking who? Asking… who?
Who was... I?
(2015)
