I do not know who I am, or what I am to be
To be a ruler, or to be a fool
The one who leads walks upon the tears
Cried by the thousands, those who once were,
Buried in the walls, lost among the wars
Each soul remembered by me alone
Alone standing, blooming marigolds
The cherished mentors, free leaves in the wind
Torn pages from the mind, I despair
The stars keep your name, I shout thine
Unheard by all, fades the last light of day
Still I am tumultuous, yet unheard by all
Under the devouring dark, I bring thee Chrysanthemums
Upon the falling snow, the boundless white
My heart frozen, unable to thaw
Others I turn to in hopes
I ask the query I hold, longing for truth
“Who am I? What am I to be?”
To be a ruler, or to be a fool
The answer, neither of them
“Why be anything when you can be nothing?”
To not be, to ascend above anything
To be nothing beyond what and who
Overwhelming relief, I breath in lotuses
While I walk the dark halls, I hold a light inside
The flowers bursting, life renewed
Gardens full of violets, lavender, and hyacinths
I rest among their fragrance
“Am I a ruler or am I a fool?”
The crown has no meaning, the gold has no value
“I am nothing.”
That is the truth
“I am anything.”
To not be is to be
To be nothing is to be anything