Who am I? I no longer know.
I feel as though I am lost in the snow.
Everything around me is all the same.
All I know for sure, is my name.
But who am I? Just a name?
For surely, everyone has the same.
My name isn't unique, special or strange
Maybe it's time for my name to change.
But would that fix it?
Would anything alter?
Or would I continue to stumble, stagger, falter?
At one time, I was unique
I wasn't a Borg Drone.
But I let myself be assimilated
Identity lost to the world.
Now, free from the collective
Yet no longer at peace
The endless voices simply do not cease
I still hear them, telling me what to do
But no longer controlled by them
I want to return fresh and new.
But I don't know how or what to do.
I wander around like a Wandering Star
Asking myself, "Do you know who you are?"
Simply put, no I don't.
I can't like whom I don't know.
So I continue, lost in the snow.
Who am I?