A Useless Talker

The silence 
The quiet
The peace 
The noise  
"Where are you ?", I wonder, 
As I search for everything I knew, 
Once that all existed inside. 

The poet 
The painter 
The lover 
The wild 
" Who are you? " I ponder, 
When I can't resemble, 
Any reflections in my sight. 

The past 
The future 
The darkness 
And the bright 
"What am I? ", And my soul sunders, 
When I calculate
My existential price.