WHICH AM I

Who am I, who am I really?
No one will know, not really.
For only I can determine that.
No one can & that's that.

Who knows who I am really?
Who has the eyes to see?
Only I can know who I can be,
Who is the real me.

I can heed the advice of others,
Or listen to my mind's ranter.
But the hand which holds the sword
Is still mine to conclude the discord.

I don't really know who i am,
I'm still at a loss, still in a jam.
I'm still trying to figure out if I'm the past,
Or the present which might last.

I will make choices which might me make me sway
Either to my former, present or future way.
I'm not really sure which I will go.
Or if I'll ever really know.

I hope I know soon, if ever.
It'd definitely make life better.
I'd have less remorse for my decisions,
the questionable choices of my actions.

01 Feb 2005, 2.30 pm

Wrote this on the bus on the way to school. I pondered about how sometimes I decide on things based on my own perspective and sometimes, based on the influence of others and I question at times who I am really. There are times (i'm sure most of us do this) where our choices of actions are based not on what we really want to do but on how we would be viewed in other people's eyes. I was thinkin, I should not take into consideration how others percieved things and not care what others said. But if that was the case, then tt'd make me very closed minded and living in a world of my own. So I think the key is listenin to others but not gettin too caught up in the moment but try to clear your mind, consider what new perspective is introduced and take it into consideration with your own and decide what is really the case. Sounds somewhat quite simple doesn't it. But I think the key is really gettin out of the moment of things, out of the influence of the moment and be clear. Not sure if I make any sense. But that's what went through my mind yesterday. Hope I managed to immortalise this thot with my poem tho. :p

See you guys. I'm going drinkin tonight. :)