I Poem by Cristopher Taylo

I am I
I've become me through the instrumentality
of the links between me and others.

I've been formed by interaction with others.

The interaction with people and the flow
of time change the shape of my mind.

Those are bonds?

Yes. Those have formed me so far,
the thing called 'me'.
And, those will form me from now on.

Those are bonds?

But, there's someone else who is the true you.

You don't know him.

Because you don't want to see that,
you are trying to run away.

Because of fear.

Because he might not be of human shape.
Because the present me might disappear.

Fear.

One is afraid that the self will disappear.

Fear?
That doesn't make sense.

The Self's world will disappear.

Aren't you afraid?