The Scarecrow Poem by Bryan Taplits

I am who I am
A wanderer of dubious odes,
Wondering through lands in many regions
And transiting on many odd roads.
But just because I might be one way
one day
Does not mean I'm always that way
the next day,
For I spin my web just the same each day-
But not everyday in the same way.
Thus, I may go counter to what past people claim
Since each day I have a rainbow of choice,
On some days I may sing
just to make some girl swoon
While on other days
I use my different voice.
It still is me
But others can't see
the me that is 'me'
today
Many just see
What they want to see:
That person I was
Yesterday.