Who Am I?

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