Oneself

‘I am’
A stereotype...
Carelessly formed in the shadow of a beings mind...

‘Am I?’

Dreaded to roam forever?
In search,
In fervour?

‘I am’...

‘And am I?’
In all truth
Who this being says he says,
‘I am’... ‘Who?’

‘He is’,
A riddle, an apparition
As am I, floating...
In an omega’s position

‘I am’ the one who asked:
‘Who God is?’, ‘Is I?’

‘Why am I’ then, Roaming?
Trudging on the remnant of a thought
Honing...
Losing the reaction I was taught would control me...

‘Who am I?’
‘I am who I am’,
In my mind
Who I will be is so far from what anyone can
‘So why’,
‘Am I?’
He who tells himself...
Whisper, ‘I, me, man’
‘Who you are, will never be’
Who you are will never imitate,
‘Me!’
‘I am’
The creation, the factor...
In my apparition, the actor
Who I will never be,
‘I am’...
The finality