Meant to be.
Who!
Who
was I
meant
to be?
Is there
the one
perfect
me?
Who's
to judge?
Who's
to say?
Look
into the
mirror.
Is it
that the
perfect
me?
Made
different
choices.
Would
that then
lead
to a
perfect
me?
Who
could
I be?
Who
should
I be?
In whose
eyes?
Perfect.
Is there
even
such
a thing?
Choices.
Infinite
choices.
Infinite
me?
Perfect me
anywhere
to be
found?
Or,
am I
programmed
to be
just me?
A poem that stays with all that question being who they are, which really has no complete answer.
Wonderful poem with which many can identify. Written, so naturally and so wisely. But still one can feel the bitter anguish under all the uncertainty that this problem causes..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of very deep thought, throughout which incertitude flows brilliantly!