In the mirror I see
Reflections of a
Thousand faces,
Wrinkles of a
Thousand times,
The profiles of a
Thousand turns,
The shadows of a
Thousand truths,
A picture that will
Not stand still.
Identity.
This is identity.
This is the place
I come from: family,
The everywhere
I’m going: destiny
And all that’s currently
Home to me: security.
For now, forever is the way
I’ll always have some yesterday
In me: identity.
For now, eternity is how
It’s always been more than a soul
Can see: identity.
More than I want to be
Or used to be: identity,
More than I find myself
For now: this is identity.
from Turning the Metaphor
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