On the edge of a giant cross I walk alone
In the face of a deadly whisper I walk alone
In the middle of an endless crowd I walk alone
Through the rising noise I walk alone
And as I walk my footsteps mark a clearer trace of my strange existence
Stopping nowhere, feeling nothing, knowing no one
That is who I am, that is me
So look at me and know only this
There will never be anything you can think or say about me
For I am the cool wind of Winter nights
The warm ray of sun through the broken glass of a window
The stones that lie in the dirt
A drop of water from a small spring
I am the everything and the nothing that slowly grows in you
I am it all
And when you find yourself wondering about it
Ask yourself only this:
Do you know what I am?
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