A Message, A Question

When the wind blows eastward
And the sun begins to rise
My message shall fall upon your ears
And you shall see with your eyes.

I stand here before you
Asking a question, a rhetoric one
About life.

I stand tall, because of who you are
You told me to look forward into the future
And behind into the past
To learn and remember.

I fight, I cry, I laugh and lie.
But never do I mean harm.
It might seem that I don't listen
But I cannot subscribe to one thought
For I thrive on many.

I am myself, still moulding and mending,
Learning and living.
I ask you, who am I?
Then I can do justice to telling you who I am.

- Written on 22/8/7