Who am I?

Yearning for security,
but there ain’t no security.
Yearning for certainty,
but there ain’t no certainty.
Yearning for hope,
but there ain’t no hope…

Do trees live like that,
or birds or worms,
mosquitos or raindrops?

We’d better ask them.
How would they reply?
Maybe a little sound or whisper here and there
Maybe a roar or a growl out of nowhere?

And who am I?
For god’s sake,
who am I,
born out of nothingness,
moving towards finity?

Ooh, do not ask me to repeat this question,
for I know no answer.
Do not push me to dig deeper
for I risk to loose myself in dark holes
of silence and eternity…

And if so,
would it matter to not find an answer?

Maybe there is only this,
this moment,
this … priceless moment

to adore, to cherish, to live, to love
without any needing
to find security or certainty or hope...