What a man really knows
A man is his family, his city, his generation
A man is a name, a face, a color, a social security number
A man is the books he reads, the jokes he remembers, the lies he says.
A man is his food, his lovers, his enemies
A man is his memories, his opinion, his gods
A man is what he really knows; nothing!
You can change but…
You can change your clothes, your job, your house,
You can move to another country, find a new lover, embrace a different god.
You can get a new odor, another philosophy, refurbish your face,
You can switch your gender, reform your conduct, reinvent your past.
You can act against your interests, your consciousness, your passions,
You can change many things many times and become a new creature; almost…
Because you can’t change your qualms or your dreams
And that’s who you are for a cosmic instant; until the universe reclaims your dust.
Published in Out of Our, Year 2, Volume 8, November 19, 1010