Who am i ?

who am i..

Shakespeare wrote, to be or not to be?
That is the Question..
But i said, You know who i am, and who i am not..

Crave the pale heart, starving for the odor of self..
You said my Queen is honour..
How could I read Your Words?

Sweet is the rain crawling on soul,
night, that’s the place I should get up..
From reality I’ve dreamed..