Now, was, later.

At this stage of our lives, we make a decision. We decide who we want to be, what we want to be, what we want to believe, and so on. According to some theories, there are three options for us.

1. We choose another's identity and copy it.

2. We create our own identity.

3. We cannot decide on who we are and end up sliding backwards and end up stuck in a loop until we figure it out.

At the moment, I'm having trouble choosing. I don't know who I want to be. I have ideas, but no solutions. Being confused and not knowing what else to do, I decided to write a poem. I've had the idea to write one for a while, but I hadn't quite figured out what I wanted to say. I think this poem, Who I am, who I was, who I will be is a fair description of how I feel right now.