Who is what he is,
Or what he seems to be?
I really should be someone,
Someone but not me.

To know a person completely,
Though rewarding is unknown.
People in this world of changing faces,
Like leaves by the wind are blown.

What is it that drives us,
To do things we shouldn't do?
To leave our lives and minds behind,
And awake to question..who?

Oh, to have the power,
To change our lives at will.
To rechart our lives, our destiny,
And climb a different hill.

That, of course, can never be,
We're stuck with who we are.
Our fondest dreams of change and hope,
Must be viewed from here afar.

To me, you will remain,
A love unknown, untried.
That's not the way I want it,
For what it's worth...I cried.