Reborn

If everything I do
If everything you see
Suddenly disappeared
What would be left of me?
If the pencil on the paper
Somehow got erased
Would there be an impression
Left there in its place?
If my sanity lifted
And I was not in my right mind
Would there still be anything
Of me left behind?
I am not mere particles
Pressed together in a form
I am but a messenger
In every heart reborn