I would ask, ”Who am I?”
I would ask, ”Who are you?”
I would ask, ”Who are they?”
I would ask, ”Who are we?”

Walking in the pine forest
pace seemed small and tired

more in the longer
I swallowed a mirage

Wet ground on the edge of the cliff path
such as facial lines god
shade and love

more in the longer
I gripped longing

White mist crossed my path
distance of view of two steps forward
there is a beam of light
penetrate dense foliage
Can illuminate my path?

And I hope
when will presumably
At the top there?

I would ask, ”Who am I?”
I would ask, ”Who are you?”
I would ask, ”Who are they?”
I would ask, ”Who are we?”