Identity Crisis

I forget myself sometimes,
what I am and what I am not;
but I never forget that I AM,
nor that I am not.
If was to be what I thought,
then maybe what is would not be,
and what is not would not hurt.
It’s this sense of being,
of you and I,
that has kept me from me
and the truth that I
am only what remains of us,
waiting for something
that will never be,
nothing more than
what I never was.
And I pray
that someday I will forget.