what, who am I?

skipping in my mind, i try to find all my dreams.
try to catch them, but they seem to fly away.
we all have something to search for,
we all have something to create.
but when we realize it´s not worth it,
we ask: why to be born?

we rip our minds trying to find one more dream,
it give us the power to find out, dreams are just dreams.
life is something we can´t rule,
something we get when we are born.
i see this world full with life,
but i still don´t know the meaning of it.

thoughts, our answer to the unknown,
knowledge, brings us the present.
and we search for something,
were time is nothing.
somewhere in this words we´ll find out,
a sarcastic end to an inexistence life.

i am here, i live,
but i don´t know what i am.
i have a name, i have a soul,
but i don´t know who i am.

by Adílio Sousa