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

Advertisements