Who are you?

           Who are you?
           My mind wonders to itself
           Who are you?
           How can I answer myself
           When neither side
           Questioner or answerer know?
 
           My eyes rise to the starry sky
           The full moon provoking the question once more
           Who are you?
           What answer is there that reveals me fully?

           Chunks I could tell you
           My opinions, beliefs, and ideals
           The family and heritage I was born into
           But all these are not the full me
           He more complete me is hidden
           Hidden even from myself
           Somewhere deep inside

           This life I lead
           This body I am
           And even the words I speak
           Only serve as a Avatar
           A mask through which I interact with those around me

           Who are you?
           Who are you really?
           The question plagues any moment my thoughts are free
           Who is the real me?
           Is the real me something more?

           Who are you?
           I ask myself
           Who are you?
           I don’t know…

           © Vixy L. Fox & Leah Turner 2001