today I am the boy
tomorrow I am the man
this evening I will be the soldier
last night I was the king

so many roles
so many parts
so many lines
that they’ve all lost
meaning

this is my life
this is myself
this is who I am
not who I chose to be

today I am
tomorrow I am not
tonight I will cry
right now I will smile

this ode to myself
this poem of self-absorption
this is who I am
but not how I got here

four lines again
four lines again
when will I write different
when will I write like I wish

today I am the boy
tomorrow I am the man
this now is frightening
but soon it won’t be
anything