How did you become, rather what am I becoming?

I am not definitive, I am not consistent, learning and growing incessantly in nature.

For the misconception stands with finding yourself,

You were never searching, I was never searching; creation, oh the contrar.


I am... I am...

An answer everchanging: A creation forever indifinitive, for I am only a past tense.

The present will be the past, what I am is not who I will be

But who I was, am, and will be is creating this sense of identity


Confliction of perspective when defining definition

Defined by what I'm becoming, instead of who I became

If I focus on the past, I can't see where I'm going.

Therefore I am undefined, for my future is unknowing.



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