A Symphony of Whispers - VOL. II

Lives

Who am I if not a collection of thoughts,

wishes, roles and an ever-changing vessel

Am I my mother's son, am I a friend, who am I

When I look at people who surround me, 

my mind adapts to their single versions

and leads me to be imbued in their

thoughts and actions

I become a collection of people I know

When looking for reassurance,

I wonder how others view me

In each I cast a version that they

manipulate to their accords

Am I their reflection, how many

of me exists in this world

At the end of the day, I am nothing

more than an abstracted vessel

and a mind that is to be kneaded

by others