Who I Am
Who I am, I’ve come to know,
Is more than where I stay or go:
It’s more than simply virtues gold,
Or vices in my heart untold.
It’s all the little parts that hide
In my attic deep inside,
And all the things I wish I did
And motives of my heart well-hid.
I’m not just what I say or do,
And what those actions mean to you.
I am not just a reputation,
But an evolving new creation,
Searching through myself to find
A map to how I was designed;
But hoping, too, for mystery,
For more new dusty parts of me.
Though most will live in storage till
The day I die, I’ll love them still,
For who I am is caught between
The obvious and still unseen.
2018
Is more than where I stay or go:
It’s more than simply virtues gold,
Or vices in my heart untold.
It’s all the little parts that hide
In my attic deep inside,
And all the things I wish I did
And motives of my heart well-hid.
I’m not just what I say or do,
And what those actions mean to you.
I am not just a reputation,
But an evolving new creation,
Searching through myself to find
A map to how I was designed;
But hoping, too, for mystery,
For more new dusty parts of me.
Though most will live in storage till
The day I die, I’ll love them still,
For who I am is caught between
The obvious and still unseen.
2018