I am not completely myself,
Nor will I ever be.
I shall never be my very own;
I will constantly change,
New places, new people to call home.
It's not bad, really,
New things to experience,
Always on a journey,
Trying to find my own mind.
It goes up and down, then back around,
Like a roller coaster on steroids.
New paths and obstacles to avoid,
Like swimming through a meteor shower.
Something new comes, good or bad,
Whenever, wherever you hover.
When the adventure ends- it could last forever-
I will be a different person altogether.
These rhymes will be irrelevant,
No point in attempting a rhythm,
It's a endless spiral.
Up-down, how am I to know?
I can't say- I think I prefer it that way.
What fun would it be to know how things will turn out?
Every bend of the road would seem old before you even got there.
No, I prefer the mystery, the constant changes,
The uncertainty of my own identity.
It's exciting, new, tiring, crazy,
And will be till I am no longer here.
When that day comes, I know one thing for sure
-the only thing I will know before.
I will look back, appreciate the journey, the ups and downs,
The pains and changes- the lost and found.
By the time I'm gone, I will have found love-
Not in others- but in my life's adventures.
