Identity

Who Am I?

I am a daughter,

a sister, a friend.

I am sarcasm encased in skin and hair,

a motor mouth once befriended.

I am a song that never ceases,

a melody of ideas and pointless information.

I am an unread novel,

waiting to be cracked open.

Who Are You?

Attribution

Where Did It Come From?

It came from a tree,

a piece of metal, a man.

It came from the worn hands

of a craftsman.

It came from an ancient civilization,

long past its time.

It came from millions of years in the ground,

choking on dirt and pebbles.

Why Was It There?

Imprison

How Did We Get Here?

We got here by birth,

slipping out in minutes, hours, or days.

We got here by guidance,

gentle nudging and forceful shoves.

We got here by driving,

praying, and hard work.

We got here by our choices,

permanent and only altered by our aging mind.

Is It Almost Over?

Survey

How Am I?

I am amazing,

spirited and pep in all of my steps.

I am great,

a little tired but ready to take on the day.

I am good,

tired, work piling up, but still smiling.

I am fine,

keep the smile.

How Are You?