What Am I Poem by Poet Unravelled

what am I?
flesh, bones and blood?
or Just a chemical machine well fed?
Perhaps just a Fleeting sense of life
Filled with turmoil and inner strife.

what am I?
Mind, body or soul?
whole or a part of whole?
Perhaps another speck in this universe
Yet so unique, distinct and immense

what am I?
Maybe I come with a clue hidden within
For the eternal quest of where I began
I dont want to be another clue unused
I want to wonder and be constantly amused