How can I no longer be who I was while slowly becoming who I am not
Destined to forever change to be more than the present
Yet while holding true to the essence of what it means to be me
Oh what riddle day to day life is
When you begin to solve it the question will surely change
And those answered correctly suddenly need new answers
And those that are wrong somehow become right
It circles without any obvious lines to connect
While freely expanding, right when you think you have it at your will
Life is mystery I do not have to be able to solve
I learn it was never truly mine to answer at all
It was never I who draw the lines so they could connect
The riddle mine to live, but not for an answer to give
So I leave it with the Maker of the maze to guide
Knowing without him my left would be death instead of His right to life
