'I stood outside when all was grey, couldn't see a thing
One by one the drops of rain soaked me to my skin,
Took away my pain, gave me back my grin'

Monday, 16 May 2011

Self Definition

How do you define yourself
By name, by job, relationship
By house, by car, where do you fit
What do you do?  Just who are you?
What of belief, your point of view
How many parents, one or two, 
Or maybe none, or maybe few
Or maybe you don't have a clue
Or maybe they all lied to you
Or better still, perhaps you grew
In endless fields of endless blue
If that were true, how many grew
And do they ever write to you?

By what do you define yourself
By who you are or what you do
When someone says 'what do you do?'
Is that the best that they can do
Why ask me that? A pointless fact
it matters not, it's just a job
We all have jobs, to pay the bills
And very few like what they do
The question isn't quite the point
The answer is the thing they lack
And power lies behind the finding
What they think the answer means
They think that what you do is you
They think that you are what you do
So when you tell them what you do
They formulate a point of view
They think they have a hook in you
They think that what they know is true
But how do you define yourself?
By what you are to someone else
Or by the things you know yourself?

Just how do you define yourself
When face to face, what face reflected
Just what action self elected
Always someone will reject it
Do not ever feel affected
We all sometimes feel rejected
Face reflection, smile and wave
From the womb and to the grave
Know yourself like no one else
That is why they call it self
Who are you?  What do you do?
Know the answer, speak it true
Ask the question  only you
Has the right to ask of you

How do you define yourself?

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