The Illusion Of 'I' Poem by Joan Marques

I've come to the conclusion
That 'I' may be an illusion
Because all there is to see
Is not entirely me
This appearance can be changed
These thoughts rearranged
These organs can be replaced
This identity erased
And the spirit or soul...
Is untraceable in the whole
This breath needs air,
which is everywhere.
Once that starts to fade
'I' simply disintegrate
So 'I' am actually a fusion:
a blend, a mass collusion
What's supposed to be 'me':
Is nothing I can see
Therefore, in conclusion,
'I' must be an illusion