[Written: 2025-02-19]

Am I the unborn child in his mothers womb,

Am I the Baby who just laughed cried, ate and slept too?

Am I the toddler who skimmed his knee and called for mummy,

Am I the boy who had a gift and a chance to make of himself something?

Am I the teenager who landed a girl so beautiful he would be with her forever,

Am I that same teen who crushed on another during, and ended up with nothing?

Am I the “mature” teenager who hurt his school mate because he misunderstood himself,

Or am I the young adult who got lost in a an ocean of people when the finish line of school fell?

Am I the only one who could handle my own mind; do tell,

Or am I the dopey man carrying a weight of sedatives and his and his degree as well?

Am I the man who promised his heart to be owned by only one other,

Am I the man who worked blood, sweat and tears into the roads to buy a house for himself and his lover?

Am I the man in crisis who’s life ship hit rocks and washed up scattered on the shore,

Am I the man with magic powers I imagine of myself in my head,

Am I the other million things I imagine day to day and dream of when I go to bed?

Which one is most important, and which one do I take with me?

Who should I be tomorrow, the only way is to see.

Because I am all of these people and I can only take them all with me,

I can’t leave them underground, they are part of me and always will be.

So, I go forward with them when they march, sun, rain or stormy ocean sea,

For I am them, and they are me.

I went are the infinite creatures that evolved in the world before they became human,

And my family lines that made me, that I cannot see.

The infinite sides that the others see of me,

Based on reality and the imagination of you,

If I can be free, you’ll need to free you too.

And see me another way, because how I see me is how you and the world do.

Basically, I’m just like you.