Who Am I?
Who Am I?
I, the present me,
Am I the dream I didn't dream
Or
The one I created consciously?
My reflection in the mirror
Looks like a total stranger,
Far less beautiful than
What I imagine myself to be.
The look of my image doesn't show
The pain and pleasure I feel inside.
I look so alien to me.
No, this is not I.
I am sometimes quiet, graceful
And poised and ...
Sometimes I am a flamboyant,
ravishing and dancing dreamer.
Who am I?
Am I...
My name?
My profession?
My acclaims? Or
The numerous relations
I am bound in?
Or, just a being with no entity?
I ask others.
They say I am something different,
Something special.
But I feel I am not just that.
How can I see the real me?
Maybe I should look for me in my work.
Yes.
Now I see.
I am what I write.
Very transparent and unique
Ever-changing with multiple shades.
Now I know,
I am a SOUL,
A soul that is evolving every second.