Who am I?
Who am I…
Who. Am. I.
How many way can
I ask myself this question
How many ways can
I write about this question
Why does it even matter?
Why do I continue to torture
Myself with this dilemma?
When will these questions stop?
When will I realize that the answers
Aren’t nearly as important as to
How and where I find them?
Everybody likes asking questions,
But I’m too caught up in asking
To let any answers appear.