Who will go for me?

I have infiltrated the dark and approached the seized,
I have battled with the light-less vacuum to rescue the confined,
The darkness left its prey and the prey left me,
I wonder if the sun would ever ask “I burn for you, who will burn for me?”
I wonder if I should ask who will go for me.


I have entered the deep blues to hold the entrapped,
I have swirled in the whirlpool with the watery helixes surpassed,
The waves left its captive and the captive swam out with glee.
I wonder if the waters ever asked, “Whom do I drink when you drink me?”
I wonder if I should ask who will go for me.


I have rammed in the structures with solo presence,
I have filled in voids with together essence,
The void found its fill but the filler encountered a void.
I wonder if the bricks in buildings ever asked “I fill the buildings, but who will fill me?”
I wonder if I should ask who will go for me.


I have zoomed into the interrogative fire to accompany the puzzled,
I turned all queries into concord and kept the puzzled muffled.
The situation turned a dot for the question mark to flee,
I wonder if the answer ever asked “I am I to you, but who is me to me?”
I wonder if the answer will ask me “Who will go for me” when I ask “Who will go for me”.