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?