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.

2/25/19
8-4:30