Who we are cannot be defined.

We are ever changing through life

Choosing, becoming, evolving, growing

Our destiny is forever shifting

To a new location.

The weight of being the same

In appearance, In psychology, in relationship

And in vocation and passion

Becomes dead heavy.

I realize that I no longer live

As a fully free being

But as someone who carries

The dead weight of others expectations

I long now for islands of solitude

In between my hours (that are now yours)

I search for liberation…

Or perhaps for new understanding…

Or for a way to assert my right

To be no one in particular.