Full in mystery.

Always curious of the next,
revelation in my existance.

Who am I inside?

What does my soul need,
and what am I alive for?

I find answers to questions,
that I never knew I asked.

I find questions I never knew existed.

I am in this place for a reason.

I am in this world for a reason,
and I'm friends with them for a reason.

I am who I am.

I am the man,
for whom has refused to die thus far.

I am the protector.

I am the one that must,
obey my creed.

I am him....


Poem By: White Rose