Who
Who are you?
For that matter
Who am I?
I have spent a lifetime
Answering that question...
To know me you have to understand my life
But I can't explain it to you
I don't understand it myself.
Sometimes I live my life
Other times my life lives me
And occasionally, I just exist
My autonomous reflexes keeping me breathing
My heart beating
My brain active though barely so.
But sometimes
When I least expect it
I live.
My breath comes hard and fast from the exertion
My heart is pounding in my chest like a hammer
Forging my life within my chest
Hammering away at the rough edges
Sometimes leaving smooth curves
Sometimes leaving sharp edges
And my brain is alive
Alive with possibilities
Dreams and reality intermingle
And who can say that I am any more real
Than that dragon sitting curled up in the corner of my room.
I have spent a lifetime answering the question
Who am I?
And I have yet to find a suitable answer.
Perhaps it is a question
That cannot be answered
Until after we have finished living.
Perhaps it is a question
Whose very answer is reflected in how we try to answer it.
Perhaps it is a question
That cannot be answered alone
But requires the help of all of those
Whose lives we touch
The ones we hurt and those we heal
The ones we know we touch
And those whose lives we will never know we affected.
Who are you?
Who am I?
Must those questions be answered
Before we can even begin to ask
Who are we?
Perhaps that is why Man
So vast and great and powerful
Is always brought up short.
Until I can answer Who I Am
And you can answer Who You Are
Maybe there can be no We until then.
But we can strive toward that goal
Answering the questions in tandem
Moving ever closer together...
Or perhaps we shall find
As we answer the question that defines us
That we are moving farther apart
Never to be together again.
Life
I would trade it for nothing else
Nor would I be anyone or anything else
For I am me
And I have spent a lifetime finding that out
And I do not wish to start over again.
For that matter
Who am I?
I have spent a lifetime
Answering that question...
To know me you have to understand my life
But I can't explain it to you
I don't understand it myself.
Sometimes I live my life
Other times my life lives me
And occasionally, I just exist
My autonomous reflexes keeping me breathing
My heart beating
My brain active though barely so.
But sometimes
When I least expect it
I live.
My breath comes hard and fast from the exertion
My heart is pounding in my chest like a hammer
Forging my life within my chest
Hammering away at the rough edges
Sometimes leaving smooth curves
Sometimes leaving sharp edges
And my brain is alive
Alive with possibilities
Dreams and reality intermingle
And who can say that I am any more real
Than that dragon sitting curled up in the corner of my room.
I have spent a lifetime answering the question
Who am I?
And I have yet to find a suitable answer.
Perhaps it is a question
That cannot be answered
Until after we have finished living.
Perhaps it is a question
Whose very answer is reflected in how we try to answer it.
Perhaps it is a question
That cannot be answered alone
But requires the help of all of those
Whose lives we touch
The ones we hurt and those we heal
The ones we know we touch
And those whose lives we will never know we affected.
Who are you?
Who am I?
Must those questions be answered
Before we can even begin to ask
Who are we?
Perhaps that is why Man
So vast and great and powerful
Is always brought up short.
Until I can answer Who I Am
And you can answer Who You Are
Maybe there can be no We until then.
But we can strive toward that goal
Answering the questions in tandem
Moving ever closer together...
Or perhaps we shall find
As we answer the question that defines us
That we are moving farther apart
Never to be together again.
Life
I would trade it for nothing else
Nor would I be anyone or anything else
For I am me
And I have spent a lifetime finding that out
And I do not wish to start over again.