I am no one
You spend many year, finding whom you are
Organizing all that made, makes, and will create you
Then, once you find it. You let it all go
Becoming someone that no one understands
But something truly apart of the everything
What am I?
A nothing, a no one
Without reason, nor season
An animal, a god
Light, sound and molecular chemistry
Computed all into a single face
Simple ego
To fit into the micro-world
What are you?
