What I am is what I am not.
The being that I am not despite not being me is still but me.
Who am I at all?
If this is me and the one I have been is me and the one I am going to be is me then I am everyone yet nobody.
Was I him or her or somebody different?
If it is me, If it has to be me
I stand unclassified.
What am I?
Am I a metal?
Am I a stone?
Am I sand or a rock?
Am I morphed?
Am I born everyday?
I am not what I was, Tomorrow I wont be this again.
Am I color?
Where did I come from?
The place that I come from is mine,
The place that I am going to be at is mine,
Where I am somehow doesn’t seem to be
For this too shall pass…
The past and future is mine,
Yet the future is a yet to be past,
Everything is mine yet none so dear.
I have been all.
I have had all.
I am all.
All but none.
Time, an expansion of one moment.