Your Hardly Know Me
Whoever you think i am,
That's not me
Whatever you regard me to be,
I am not
The person you thought you knew
And even saw yesterday
That, too, is not me today.
Believe me
You'll never know and recognise me
The form you think to be me
Does not make me
The words are not mine
Either
They never were from me.
I'm lost in the many forms that make me
Confused in my own babels
I join you in the search for my 'self'
Sustaining life
On breaths drawn from a solace
Of an attachment forged
With generations yet to arrive.
-Centrefresh
