What kind of a man am I
That I am a mystery to myself?
That I listen to every voice
of what I can
of what I should
but never what I want.
What kind of a man am I
That I thrive on interlacing kinship
but I myself am a knotted wreck?
That I agree the multitudes surrounding,
and lie to the faces I most long to see?
What kind of a man am I
That I cannot win a simple game of chess
between what my heart feels
and what my mind knows
Instead of conquering my board
upon which a winner is never announced
and peace will never be reached.
What kind of a man am I
That I have not been honest with the person
because I do not know the self.
I alone must make the choice
What kind of a man am I
If I cannot decide?