The Elements

Four is the number of this world.

The common pattern I have found.

It defines me,

But it defines much more.

The world is made into four,

And I am a fourth of this world.

Water, Fire, Earth, and Air,

These are part of us.

We are polar,

But similar to hydrogen and oxygen,

We connect amidst the polarity.

I am water,

And I’m filled with tears.

I am filled with melancholy,

Yet for some reason, adapting is my forte.

The deceiving smile I show to you, it is true. It is real.

“Is it true? Is it real?” I ask,

Lost as I am, I am still me.

I am still water.

This water, a curious commodity, asks you:

Who are you?