Who Are You? Poem by Raymond Smith

Who are you? Do you notice how hard you are to grasp? Maybe our spirits are infinite.

Isn't it funny. You've lived inside and with you all these years, and you really can't grasp yourself. All we can do is seek ourselves and seek to know ourselves and yet we seem to have changed over the decades.

Are you still that boy or girl? Who are you? Are you afraid of finding out? Did you ever think you were infinite? You might be yourself forever.