The Unknown

I know not who I am.
I am all that you see,
I am nothing you hear.
Thou ears open to silence.
I sob in the wilderness.
My voice cries out to those who hear not.
They are blind and deaf.
My throat cracks, my tongue dries in the Golden sun.
I know not who I am.
For my presence is unknown.
Those around me are filled with apathy.
They see me and believe there is more.
They hear me and believe.
For this reason I cry out in the wilderness.
For their ears are open to silence.

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