a mere appearance of wisdom
a mind full of questions
a laugh full of deceit
what will I really be?

Imperfect memories make me
Unformed thoughts are my pillars
When change is the only constant
what will I really be?

What I am is not what I was
What I will really be
is not what I want to be
how do you find answers when
every one of them raises
a hundred more questions

But maybe the real answers
are the questions itself
as they say
the journey is the destination
And we are all on our way to our own