thats cool man, you clearly have good timing(?official word for this elludes me atm, metre?)
So i dug out my old book and found the poem i mentioned
Its got about zero structure but content-wise im happy with it, kind of marks a time in my life where i was a confused teenager but finding a sense of self
(forgive the personal references and the mumbo-jumbo in the poem plz)
Who am I?
The bastard son of an immature father
the strong child of an only mother, one and only parent
its apparent that i hold no defined identity
a normal life and knowledge of self, i lack these amenities
i dont know my ancestors, i hardly know who i am
i wish a had a family tree, or at least a diagram
pointing me in the right direction, not an intersection
nor misconception of depth perception, leading me astray
for a stray is all i am, I am, the name of your god does not describe me
the souls of old spirits sent scribes from different tribes to try and bribe me
yet which tribe to call my own is yet uncertain
i look at different people but see only a single person
Who am I?
The bastard son of an ignorant father
am i the son of an immigrant farmer or a soldier wearing silver armour?
i know not what i am but i know who i am
i am me, i am myself, and myself is I
but who am I, i know who i am but who am I?
do i live to die or is there a higher reason?
should i prefer a colder climate or the warmer seasons?
im part norwegian, part irish, part german and now i hear part french
i dont know the entire mix and im missing the other half entirely
its tiring not knowing the past of my ancestors
the paths that they had left us are all but washed away
lost to me and to my children for forever and a day
oh no my children, what will i tell them when they are born, that they're australian?
a nation born of convicts, murderers and thieves, founded on oppressive beliefs?
no, i'll tell that that they're angels, not gods but my own
when my seeds are sown i'll wait until they're grown to tell them im an unknown
Who am I?
The bastard son of a senseless father
in the words of the christian god, I AM
and though my heads weighed down with thought, my heart weighs half a gram
I am I
Aaand thats it, re-writing it i realise that i've changed so much since i was 18