Who is the “I” that I think that I am?
Am I the Tiger?
Or am I the Lamb?
Who is the “I” that I have become
When all of my pieces have merged into one?
Who is the “I” that’s connected by breath
to my very beginning… to my body at death?
Who is the “I”?
And will I ever know if it matters at all
if I come or I go?
In the very big picture, I’m a drop in a storm;
In my heart,
at this moment,
I just want to be warm.
