Still, it is a mystery to me, My identity. Those around me seem sure That they know who I am. What did they observe? What did they study? What could they have seen That I failed to capture In this journey of the self?
The only trend that presents itself Is the failure to identify The set of rules, the set of motions, That come with me; Instead, My definition, my meaning, Appears derived from deeds Actions, And opportunities to learn.
Can I truly know the answer If it changes Each Day?