I am drifting
In this temporary shell of mine
This shell that has weathered through time
In it I have become multifarious
I am not able to conform to expectations
I will please one
But refuse to please another
I am humble, I am rebellious
I do not know who I really am
I am drifting
I am wary, I am reckless
I am loving, I am hateful
I am woman, I am child
I am drifting
Like the ocean waters
Like the dust in the wind

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