Sometimes I feel I am so many people.
Each with his own way, own will and own fears
Each with their limited tiny awareness
which sometimes controls the way that I feel.

The four years old boy,
who is young and is happy
who can have fun no matter what anyone thinks
he can find the sweet pleasures in games that are silly
he can help me feel happy, while making a fool of myself.

The fourteen years old
whether a boy or a girl,
with the black hair and clothes
and the black emo glare
She enjoys all my music
He can feel the songs` flare
They feel sad, They feel happy,
but too often we despair...

The eighteen years old
who is still a bit geeky
with his low self esteem
and his love of the kitsch
with his hope for the future
which will come in a blink
with his crippling fear
of "what will they think?"

The twenty five guy,
who has grown and matured
who can see where his life goes
even if mine seems obscured
I can follow him there,
I will probably do worse,
but I'll just lose myself,
if I'll follow his course.

Sometimes I feel I am so many people,
and they don't like each other, or even get along.
I need to control them, as they quarrel and bicker,
If I'll find them a balance, maybe I'll find my own.