Lost myself somewhere
Dropped while I was out walking
Or maybe in the supermarket
Maybe I should put up posters around the neighbourhood
Lost: one identity
Slightly dented, chipped paint, scratched
But here’s the problem
I’m not sure I’d recognize myself
If I was returned to me
What am I under the trappings of learning and culture
What is at the core of me
I have no clue
Possibly nothing at all
After all, who’s to say
We are any more
Than the sum of what we live