"who am i?"
i say...
why do i stand here today?
configured and shaped in the manner of which i portray?
"who am i?"
i say...
what has made me this way?
why must i live in such dismay because i ask of things this way?
why must i say what i say but can never truly convey the correct image i wish to display?
"who am i?"
I say...
why do i act this way?
why cant i say what i wish to say!
why cant i be the entity i see when you ask of me to discribe the being of witch you see?
"who am i?"
I say...
is there a difference between mine and yours personality or are we simply at different points of view, gazing apon acuality?
"what am i?"
I say...
-a closer question to rationality-
is there really a difference in individuality?,
or is there only simularities distanced by causality?
"Who am I?"
I say...
-now i see-
I am me, a mere widow to reality, it is when you combin reality with my acuality to form the physicality of me; that my impression is lessoned by your interpretation of my three dimensional representation...
the perplexity of my entity can never be fully seen; because there is no me!...
"My name is sam"
and this is what i see...
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