Who What Why
What is my identity?
I know only what it used to be.
It’s hard these days for me to tell,
What helps you think you know me well.
Who do we need me to be?
Though I cannot adhere religiously,
To titles that sum up so quick,
They change leaps and turns into one trick.
Human is all I know for sure,
Yet even that will not endure.
Young to old, alive to dead,
I think I’ll go eat my lunch instead.
