You are born into a predestined identity Name, language and, culture assigned at birth Until you find yourself Crawling into a world of discovery
Name, language and culture assigned at birth The apple ripens and falls from the tree Crawling into a world of discovery Stopping at the heart of four intersecting roads
The apple ripens and falls from the tree Searching for an answer found within thyself Stopping at the heart of four intersection roads Not knowing who you will become
Searching for an answer found within thyself Not knowing who you will become Frightened to make a mistake, even though You are born into a predestined identity
Poem written on 2012 from the perspective of my eighteen year old self.