Identity

IDENTITY I just want to be who I am, or even to know Living this modern life is like being in armour True freedom, now merely a fading memory Following the script like a long running drama But perhaps something out of this might grow Personality, misshaped by many laws and rules So what then, does individuality mean anyway There’s a chest of treasures locked up inside me That in this age, may never see the light of day In our millions we’re numb, and acting as fools Can it even be safe to release the unknown beast That prowls and explores this unexpecting world It might be a cute little mewling thing that blinks And if threatened, huddles like a flag that’s furled But it still deserves it’s freedom at the very least Yet maybe this is mere hesitancy and speculation The first challenge I must face, is to know myself To be embraced for what I am, or could become In life’s mission to discover all that hidden wealth And to have caused at least a minor perturbation