Personality

I awoke one autumn"s morn
to find I wasn"t me.
Different than I was born
and yearning now to be.
What? I do not know...
I change like drifting snow
and only wonder what will show
what I was meant to be.

Will it be the flowing time
that finn"ly makes it clear?
Will it be a life sublime
that ends the end I fear?
Or perhaps, am I damnéd
to endless paths forever tread?
Myself, to ever be fled
by humans bloody sick with fear?

All my life my fear will flower,
all my life, this by itself
will haunt my ev"ry waking hour:
Shall I never know myself?
Perhaps I"ll wake upon the morrow
free at last, devoid of sorrow-
free at last from horrid sorrow
that I"ll never know myself.

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