I ask myself, what is my brand?
A collection of ideas?
An echo in eternity?
The beauty of chaos, unceasing?
Or the power of imagination, unfettered?
I am nobody, and everybody
Teacher, Banker, Manager?
Poet, writer, philosopher?
Partner, Son, Dad
All boxes,
Waiting to be checked,
Pick your career, said the mentor
Focus said the boss
Make money said the pragmatic
Be narrow, said the world
But I belong to no story
I belong to no role,
I live to breathe air
Of worlds waiting to be discovered
Of words waiting to be spoken
I am Nobody, Somebody, Everybody
I walk with the herd, and yet I walk alone
All these boxes, still waiting to be checked, unchecked
