Who are we?
Who are we supposed to be?
Even if there were an answer;
Would our souls than not be free?
Who am I?
Am I me?
Which one is the voice that speaks?
Which one is the hand the writes?
If I is me
and We is I.
Which will I be when I die?
You ask such silly questions, why?
If you know, than its arranged.
The unknown futures often change.
But once we see, its set in stone.
Some things are best left alone.