Who am I?
And who are you?
There is a problem with self.
It's in everything we are.
The problem of the self.
What makes me me,
And makes you you.
Why must I know?
This problem you see,
Has puzzled greater minds than mine.
Philosopher and theologians,
Have been searching for millennia.
Inward I seek for the answer.
Outward I fly to the truth.
Endlessly seeking,
To find who I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem