I admire those with Identity
those who know themselves enough
it’s a thing I never thought, found
though I searched low
never finding the high of life
in books and inwardness
acquiring knowledge;
am I what I am or do?
and what/who am I anyway?
am I my likes or tendencies?
when they are middling to fair
neither here nor there
easy going…until I’m not
am I simply the science?
I cannot say, I never could
the only sure thing I hate
- besides raspberries and bigotry -
is being told who I am or what I’m thinking
