I Am Undefined

A flexible image...

Something that hasn't been heard or seen of,

Yet it stands before us.

Never defined nor ever finished,

And the figure will never take form.

I may ask myself "Who am I?"

However this question is trivial, 

For the portrait is everlastingly altered. 

Not by the product of introspect 

But by the reality that surrounds it.

I may ask myself "What am I?"

Admittedly there is no answer.

I Stride down a path with no conclusion,

Seeking words that collectively form an explanation.

Yet too many appear before me.

If there is one thought that remains constant

It is this,

"I am undefined."