As an eagle I soar,

As an eagle I soar,
Weightlessly, beautifully.
As a panther I stalk and hunt,
As a timberwolf I join a pack only to become a lone wolf.
As a hornet I buzzed and buzzed, becoming an annoyance, a pest.
And yet I am again an eagle, is this for the best?

But all in all, I am me, and that is all that matters
Cause while the outside changes I am still me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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