Am I really the answer
You seek, or a solution
In search of a problem
Tell me true, tell me quick
Am I the road
Which heaves beneath your sole
Or a pavement of pebbles
Which surprises your iron heels
Am I the cloud
So stingy with the rain
Or an unwitting blessing
Which forbids a flood
Am I the sun
Which wakes up your sleeping fields
Or the a ruthless fire
On the cinder which becomes your roof
Am I the love
You pine for in your sweetest dream
Or some backstreet lust
Which evaporates with the fleeting sigh
Am I the prayer
On your coated lips
Or a dreadful curse
In the temple behind your tongue
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