WHO You Are

The eyes that read this poem

are not the same eyes

made of the same cells

made of the same molecules and atoms

that held open the doors

that opened the floors

that you were before.

You constantly change and rearrange

WHO you are by the very

stance that you take

when you wake

and you dance into life

filled with strife and love.

Yes, there's love, don't forget

don't just regret the choices you make

with your voices and actions

joining the factions

of blaming the game

since you still are the same

one

who looks out of those eyes.

So just realize

it's all up to you

what do you see and you do

from this moment on

as you roam hither and yon.