what am I?
flesh, bones and blood?
or Just a chemical machine well fed?
Perhaps just a Fleeting sense of life
Filled with turmoil and inner strife.
what am I?
Mind, body or soul?
whole or a part of whole?
Perhaps another speck in this universe
Yet so unique, distinct and immense
what am I?
Maybe I come with a clue hidden within
For the eternal quest of where I began
I dont want to be another clue unused
I want to wonder and be constantly amused
Poet Unravelled
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-am-i-68/
