Who am I?
What is wrong with me? What is wrong with me? Who am I? What Am I? Who am I today as as opposed to yesterday? Who was I yesterday? Have I changed? These words, any words, where did they come from? What am I? Did I say that? Would I have said that in an earlier life, last year, last month, last week, yesterday or even one minute ago? I think not. I am only who I am at this moment, this second in time.
What is wrong with me? Is anything wrong with me? Have I morphed into something odd, weird, different, better or worse? Who am I? Am I confused? I am not me or at least the me I used be. What am I? My skin has changed, my mind has changed, my heart has changed. Who am I?
Have I grown? Have I digressed? Who am I?
I am new. I am different. I am reborn. I am new life.
I am the new world.
There is nothing wrong with me. There is nothing wrong with me.
I have written my words. I am changed.