That’s one of the most self ask question that we can all relate to Why is it so difficult to answer? Maybe it’s because there isn’t the right answer, or maybe because we are afraid to… Know what’s on the next page let alone the next chapter. So we end up looking in the mirror Because what it gives us is reassurance of something that is real But sometimes our reflection aren’t clear We see something that isn’t us, we see something that shouldn’t appear. So I ask myself again, who am I? Am I who I was? Or am I who you made? I’m Jose, the first of many What more can I say.