A Search

There is no corner of the mind

Where I can thoughts of myself find

As each day goes rushing by

My heart heaves a deeper sigh

While on my face there is a smile

That lingers really all the while

Though its meaning changes, through the day

Defined by what, I cannot say

And even as I write this rhyme

I sense its rhythm is not mine

What then is the me in me

Is what I always fail to see

Actions and memories constantly blend

Every day, without an end

Till I give up thinking and traverse on

Only to encounter another dawn

That brings the question to the fore

That I couldn’t resolve the day before

And the only thing I honestly wish to define

Is which corner of my mind is really mine?