Me, me, me

Who am I?

It all comes down to that question.

I am not who I was one minute ago

Yet I see no difference

How subjected thus?

I only wish to be whom I destined to be

only wish to fulfill my potentials

only wish to have power over myself

I do not wish for one thing I can change when I'm all wrinkled up

Or is that too much to ask for?

No.

Do not think I underestimate my great mind.