ν Richen Uamburu
I wander through the days,
My soul a vast unknown.
I look in every mirror,
For pieces of a stranger.
I search for the face,
That I cannot recall.
I reach for a past,
That I do not remember.
I see the face,
Of who I have not become.
The person I am,
And the person I could be.
I am in search of who I have not become,
My soul a vast unknown.