What defines us?
the possessions we own
or the people we trust
the silk that we've sown
or our desires and lust
our actions in life
or the words before death
adversity and strife
or what took our last breath
are any of these valid?
like pieces of a salad
or are none true
like light to a shrew
is it motivation and drive
ambitions that makes us strive
for our goals before we lose time
and meet the end of our lives
must we dive
deep past the mind
in order to find
the secret shrine
that hides its kind
is my soul me?
or does it act like me
for you see this question diminishes
any desire in finishing
this extinguishing life
for if I know not who am
how will I know who to be
what if I am a stagnant man
or erratic like the sea
what if you put a brand
with which I do not agree
will I carry this image
for the rest of days
and who are you to judge
there is no merit in your say!
our view is our own
maybe Nietzsche was right
personal truth is our home
there is no need to fight
I am here and I am me
nothing else matters
may Descartes smile in death
for my illusion is shattered