Who am I?
The question rattles in endless space.
Who am I?
It settles once on every face.
Who am I?
Always looking for my place.
Who am I?
To never find out is worse than disgrace.
Who am I?
Is life pointless or a race?
Who am I?
This answer I will chase.
Who am I?
Who?
Poem reminded me of several Zen sayings regarding this topic…thanks for sharing.