Do You Have To Become What You Are

Do you have to become what you are? I was a paradox of my absolute self When catching my shadow cast a tree As someone else Looking frightened and fastidious My once obvious attributes Suddenly became an innately alien reflection Curveballing my senses In a whirlpool of cosmic derangement I lost my brother of the sun In a milliseconds bluffing realization Shh! Back to the concrete focus Where the mercenary kerosene flows