Who Am I?
Questions of adequacy flood my mind.
Always thirsting and never full,
Like the moon to the waves - so close, yet so far.
The clock strikes twelve and the rain begins to pound -
Pushing and shoving and stirring what’s inside.
Who Am I?
Am I rich enough?
Am I attractive enough?
Am I clever enough?
Am I smart enough?
Am I ambitious enough?
Am I disciplined enough?
Am I independent enough?
Am I respectable enough?
Am I emotional enough?
Am I compassionate enough?
Am I honest enough?
Am I social enough?
Am I unique enough?
Am I funnY enough?
Am I bravE enough?
Am I honeSt enough?
My mind curdles into a bewitched slumber
And the sun rises.