Why am I this and why am I that?
Do you think I prefer staying oblivious to these questions?
I didn’t make myself, then why am I accountable?
What holds these answers if anything?

All I know is I’m here
I am who I am
I might change in the future
And I might be lying to myself about who I was before
But I’m all here now, and I have the power to look back

What am I?
Human
Shameless
Passionate
Perhaps even attractive

What baggage do I carry?
Perhaps more and less than the average
Perhaps I have a brain cell or two to bring along
But no matter how hard I try, I’m still the person I was a second ago
And that is a life-long sentence