I am a poet
But when I listen to music I wonder,
Why add words
To something so eloquent, so divine?

I’m a dreamer
But when I open my eyes, I wonder,
Why run away from perfection
Into the recesses of the mind?

I am a traveler
But when I look around, I wonder,
Why explore new places
When everyday I still discover something new about mine?

I am an artist
But when I sit to create, I wonder,
Can I truly express
When I am yet, myself to find?

I am a thinker
But when I seek answers I wonder,
Why chase meaning
When life has no reason or rhyme?