Am I my art or is my art me?

My words and my paintings might have no relation
To my thoughts and my mind and my current location

Am I responding to existing temptations?
Or is this more then built up frustration?

My thoughts have too many translations
Am I really the creator of my destination?

I copy illustrations
Fueled by inspiration
Holding information
That all lack integration

I have countless hesitations
And I'm in need of confirmation
Someone please offer some consolation
Or maybe an explanation?

Until then I'll continue with so called imitations and miscreations
Until I fully know the situation

Or so help me God
Am I my art,
Or is my art
Me?