Are all of my desires and all my preconceptions
Derived from the same human pallet?
If I retreat into my soul to find originality
Will I emerge only with something of communality?
When I wake up and forget my dream
How many more are plagued by fleeting memories?
In the end of it all am I just one more slave
In a sea of vile, servile conformity?
Does the individual have the energy
To mean something in the masses?
My greatest fear is to be defined by the parameters of ancestry
And even though I plan to be forgotten long before time has smothered me,
I will be the one to ask
And the only one to know:
Who am I? I am me.