FredPeyer

Me, Myself, and I

Trying to find myself

A lifetime of effort

With no beginning

And no End

Going down one-way streets

The wrong way

Ending up in dead-ends

Long times of searching

With nothing to show

 

I know the ‘what’, but not the ‘who’

The ‘what’ is easy

The ‘who’ unfathomable

The mirror tells the outer story

The dreams maybe the inner

What do my actions and reactions

Tell about who I am?

Are my moods, my happiness, and sadness

Linked to my essence, the ‘who’?

 

Will I know only for sure

After I die, when I am just soul?

Are the answers in this other dimension

Never to be known in physical life?

Why do I need to know ‘who’ I am?

Is it not enough to know ‘what’ I am?

Would I live my life differently

If I knew ‘who’ I am?

I guess I will never know