Questions Are Static, While Answers Are Dynamic

I can be what i want,
I can be in pain
I can be insane
I can make sense
I can be incredibly dense

What I am is fluid, so alternant
Who i am is questionable

For a man is the sum of his memories

Oh so slippery memories,
Forgetful and fretful as identity glides

You ask who I am
I cannot exclaim
It changes
day by day

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