Who am I ?

So many versions live in me,

So many thoughts that come and flee.

Which thought, which face, which memory

Can truly say — this one is me?

Emotions rise, emotions fall,

They touch my heart, then lose their call.

They color life, then set me free,

But none of them define me.

I’m close to me, yet far away,

I’m within myself, yet not that way.

I watch it all in silent glee,

The watcher still untouched — that’s me.

I am the calm within when noise runs wild,

Unmoved, unchanged, forever mild.

I can be anything—or nothing and just free,

I am undefined, and that’s truly me.