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Writing Byte: #8: Living in a Whirling World

(The point is to be a little confused at the beginning... don't worry!)

I’m a bunny in a breeze.
I’m a frog in a frenzy.

I’m a mole in a mountain.
I’m a lion on a lawn.

I’m as slippery as soap,
and as stubborn as a sailor.
I’m as listless as a lump,
and as harried as a hamster.

I’m a human in a pickle,
looking for identity,
lost in metaphor and riddle,
searching for analogy.

I find I’m both and neither… 
everything and nothing…

Until finally I decide:

I’m not a character, 
portrayal or example,
I’m me: impossibly complex, 

and truly unexplainable. 

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