You will never get to know me.
There is something unique about me –
Some people can be anything they want,
But I have gone a step further,
And I became a strange everything.
The me-s that you have met in your life
Are not quite the rings of a tree,
But the changing layers of an agate,
Shredding chameleonic colours every year.
My selves bear little resemblance
To each other at a first glance.
They might be something like cousins,
Obviously raised from the same core,
Similar enough that those close to me
Know they stand in the same family’s house,
Despite the colours and the decorations
Changing with the seasons of life.
But, save the skeletion, so little is alike.
They are cousins who sometimes borrow
Clothes from one another, but in such a way
That one’s skirt is another’s dress,
And one’s casual is another’s fancy,
Their personalities so strong that
They distort reality just a little bit.
My years are like reading a good book
Throughout the stages of your life
And seeing something else every time,
Because the person reading is someone else.
You can’t know me, not because I am hidden,
But because I am still being discovered,
And I refuse to believe it has to do with age.
I hope I’ll be the same at 12 and 92 alike.
There is always something new to discover,
And finding the world always changes you.
You should always strive to be something new.
It’s the only way to try all anythings
Until you become everything you ever want.