"Who am I?!"
How dare you ask such a question
Like I know who I am!
Maybe I'm the sinner who sins
Without regret (until remorse shows
Up and exposes my faults) Having
Too much fun to quit
Or the basketball player who
Bounces his dunk off the rim
Athletic enough to get to the top
But too distracted to finish the play
Or the existentialist
Who thinks everything is foolishness
Except for that small voice inside which
Whispers, "I decide that which is foolish."
"Who am I?"
What? You want me to think about that
When I have TV to watch? (Gotta have some
Quality time with the kids, right?)
Probably, I'm the accountant
Too lazy to check the numbers
Even though I always write
In pencil so they all seem to add up
Or the vanity in an ogre
Who won't stop fighting
For want of more battle scars
Because scars are beautiful
Or the atheist who rails and laughs
At the ignorant myths those religious fools
Believe, yet attends a new congregation
Each week just in case
"Who am I?"
Now that you ask, I must admit
I really do know myself (really)
I'm the child wandering in a maze
I've wandered many times
But haven't the attention to notice
Its entrance each time I go inward
And the dreamer who can't remember his dreams
Yet won't forget the nightmares,
Self-made or imposed by circumstances
Full of good intentions and bad timing
And the sheep who leaves the flock
Not out of fear, but desire
For the Shepherd to look for me
And call my name in His voice, which I know well.