Who am I.
A lover?
A soldier?
Am I still, am I quiet?
Shall I love one woman?
Or am I destined to wander on an aimless path defined by thighs and moans.
Am I locked in a tower of song, coughing and looking for warmth?
Or am I laying on an emerald field of grass with the moon by my side.
Who am I?
Where is my beginning?
How do I end?