Who am I
I ask
Who am I, I ask?
Am I a mistaken identity
And maybe I’m not sure.
If I am an entity.
I often ask the question.
Do I know myself?
Or just an ornament
sitting on their shelf
When I look in the mirror
Do the eyes I see
Looking back in puzzlement
Belong to me.
The face I see with creases.
And smile, that lights my dial.
Is it real?
Or an anatomic file.
Full of suppositions
And unanswered questions
Where will I find the light? I cry
Do you have any suggestions?
In and out and roundabout
My life weaves another web.
Is the tide on the rise
And what time will it ebb?
I can’t be sure and never will
Who am I?
Is it a mistaken identity?
Or an errant spy
©
David Rudder
2022
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