When I Become Me

Who will I become?
What parts of me are out there, waiting to be formed from?
Against which colors will the new me be sketched?
Into what saga will the patterns of life be etched?
Who will I become?

What will I be?
What rumblings of something greater will explode into me?
When the water pulls back, the dirt shakes off at last
What parts of personality will emerge from a shaping past?
What will I be?

Whose hole will I fill?
When I am finally me, who will catch me in the wishes of their will?
As the rough edges give way
To a more beautiful polished way
Whose hole will I fill?

How will my heart look, complete?
How will I shine when it's no longer wonder, wish, repeat?
The focus now is on the fire, the ripping change and die
But I prefer the light of morning, the no more question why.
How will my heart look, complete?
When I become me.