more than anything i seek
validity as who i will become
because i am still becoming.

in all fairness
i have need to seek further discovery
of this strangeness that is life

and must accept,
for now,
a sort of misunderstanding of my soul's caliber

from those who view me
but even as i accept
i do not assent to constancy in this

i still feel mercurial
maybe it's the coming-of-age they all lament
the loss of kiddish ignorance

but above all
when the waters of my life finally settle
i seek validity in who i am