Am I

Am I
like a Fire
full of life and light ,
who knows it is dying with its own heat?
or like a flower
happy ,gay, blooming
but sees its slowly wilting body?
or like a snowy top
in the summer,
rushing gushing playfully,
towards valleys,
but weeps on its melting form?
Perhaps I am nothing like that....
I am just like me,
laughing, jumping with joy
foolishly breaking my own toy.
Am I just like me.....?
(written on Oct.12, 1988)