It Is

It is I who writes these words
It is I who sings this song
It is I who sees the world as it is
It is I who reads between the lines

It is I who thinks the thought
It is I who fears the unknown
It is I who drinks the drink
It is I who eats the apple

It is I who hears the screams
It is I who weeps for tomorrow
It is I who dreams the dreams
It is I who walks the path

It is I who feels the pain
It is I who hates the lies
It is I who loves the lover
It is I who speaks the mind

It is I and I alone
Who knows what this means
So stop trying to understand