Beneath the skin, a thousand drums resound, A warrior’s cry, a child’s laugh unbound The sage’s whisper, the fool’s loud jest, How many hearts beat in one chest? Blood of the ancients, dust of the land, How many souls in one man’s hand? (Eh!) The sinner kneels where the saint once stood, A storm of shadows, a flicker of good. The lover’s promise, the traitor’s lie, How many voices fill one sky? Oh, count the faces in the flame! No two breaths ever sound the same. From dust to dust, the spiral spans How many tribes live in one man? (Eh!) The father’s scars, the mother’s tears, Ghosts of a hundred vanished years. The wanderer’s map, the poet’s rhyme All weave the tapestry of time. Starfire and clay, where the rivers began, How many worlds in the soul of a man? (Eh!) One body, a cosmos, a fractured refrain, In the mirror, a chorus remains… “I am no one. I am everyone.” ______@
