What you are now
and what you will be
a few moments from now —
neither you know,
nor anyone else.
It is circumstances
that matter most:
whether you sink
or you float —
that is your character.
Do you define yourself,
or does someone else
give you a definition?
It is such a precarious world
where identity
is uniquely undefined.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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