Questionnaire

Have we met? Who knows, when I look on you I see A thousand faces in one, And then I realize we're all one And the same. Who are you? Who can say, Certainly not I. I have been told countless times, But it never seems to fit No matter how hard I try to hold on to my identity It falls through my grasp as water between my fingers. For what do you live? For life itself; there is nothing else. How old are you? A lifetime, or maybe more. I feel young at times, ancient at others. Have I lived before My soul gracing another form? If you could know anything what would it be? It would be to know what question to ask The one who knows. The question is more important Than the answer ever could be.