Some people
Spend their lives
Wondering who they are
Always in
The back of their minds
Is the thought
That they'll.never
Get to far
How can they..Ever grow
Into themselves--learn to know
Who they'll be  -- or ever see
Who it is -- that does the seeking
Without seeing without being
Not knowing the familiar voice
Of who it is that does the speaking

Some people
They never do realize
Just how often
Their own minds...will
Tell them outright lies
But if they're happy --really happy
Then just let them be

You know how hard
How hard it was ... Admitting
Just how unwitting
That you were
Always to defer..infer...incur
The wrath of inner doubts
Your own inner injustice
Voices that you hear
Voices that say " Trust us"
How hard the knowledge is

Then let them be
You may envy
The ones who never know
The ones who never grow
Who are just satisfied
To be who
They think that they are

For once you see yourself
You may not retreat
To doubt yourself then
Is a self -- motivated defeat
A surrender - a call to ignore
A sense of the familiar
Sought in a world of strangers
And in running from yourself

You seek out all the dangers
You stumble  -  fall - hear yourself call
Ignoring it all
Knowing who it was -  that you heard
Who it was  who it was ...
.....That you heard !