Rain, Ruins, Regrets

I could have walked

Through the pebbles along the path

But, it was raining

And, I was too afraid to get wet

I had the nerves to soak the thunders

I had the urge to amaze the wonders

The storm needed my nod to roar

The clouds needed my applaud to pour

My eyes had the fire

To burn the rain

My arms had the power

To put every evil’s eye to vain

You should have seen the way

I used to roar

It used to echo

From one shore to another shore

I had it all

Yet I failed

I know, I could have

Challenged my fate

Fought with the waves

Moulded the irons

Defeated the lions

But!

It was raining

And I was too afraid to get wet

I or Me

Amid the smoke
You see I
I and not me
Because me is calm
Composed and mature
I is ire
Both storm and fire
Me don't lie
Me is honest and polite
I is shrewed
Both maniac and screwed
Me wins all
I conquers both rise and fall
Me keeps it straigh
With the words I play
Me sees the sun
I keeps the darkness stunned

Yet, both is here
Both far and near
Both evil laugh
And innocent cry
Are within the same
Earthly eyes

Who are you?
I or me?
Because all what I said
Was not a story to narrate
It was the one thing
Within themselves which everyone orates.