The reason for soul searching |
Identity Who I am, is the question of self An ever-changing process of evolution Riddled with variables in life's equation An endless search for personal identity Conjured images, reflections of the inner me Expectations born upon origination Puzzled possibilities with repercussion Jig-sawed pieces, an autonomous pursuit Ever the budding flower, still clings to root Dreams and hopes, our past and present Identity is as unique, as the gifter's intent We are who we are, and even long to be Acceptance and peace, are often the key No one event defines the oneness of soul Our own bells to toll, etched on intimate scroll Who I am, is the question of self |