
Who exactly am I?
I know who I wish to be.
And I have a pretty clear idea
Of who I have actually been.
Bur do I have a notion of who I am now?
Have I finally awakened after watching…
The bowling of little green men?

I live inside the heads of characters,
And walk around in their imaginary lives.
I pretend to be someone I don’t want to be.
And then I try to break out again.

But the problems I have
Are not quite my own,
Though once they were
In the long-ago way back when.

I look into mirrors that are shattered,
And see myself twisted and grim.
And I complain about just what I see there,
And the poetry just does not rhyme.

Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I?
How?

Mostly I think
I’m that thing from the circus.
You know the one.
That thing that rhymes with brown.

But mostly also I think,
I am something entirely else.
A writer.
Yes, that’s the one.

Mickey, great pictures and thoughts! You make an awesome Santa as well as a funny eccentric. Who am I? A famous lead character sang this in a play about the miserables among us. Who am I? Why you are John Valjean. Keith
Hahahaha… Bring them home!
Excellent. Great song.