My personality Is the totality Of the modality That powers me Hourly scouring A culture souring
I begin to listen To what glistens Forming opinions Gaining dominion Halting my pure idolatry By installing an ideology Using this idol ecology That falls upon me
I'm my own personality Personified Developing individuality Is part of the ride To not be as trite As the banal blight That dims our light
Uncertainty Is hurting me The introspection Question "Who am I?" Dooms my mind Clues I'll find In due time So I climb But I slide This "what am I?" Pantomime Slants the grind Into being blind Far behind
How will I change Or rearrange From the strange In my range? Will I be the same person Or a traveling merchant That sells then sails From a personality stale
Born in a different time or place Born of a different gender or race What would be the problems I'd face? What would be the benefits erased? How would that effect me? Would anyone protect me? These worries are dissecting With perspectives infesting My mind directly
Every day a sequel I become different people Morphing my weak soul Because of my meek hold On the personality steeple That makes this deep hole