Who am I?

Who am I , what is me? 

Do I even know? Can I even see? 

A spider hanging free overhead

Swinging desperately for some stabel ledge. 

I grope blindly for a premonition.

seeking desperately for definition. 

To some, I am friend, to others foe,

But when and to whom?

That, I do not know. 

And neither can yout truly precieve

My true self, be not decieved. 

Nor can I speak to who others are,

or know the secrets in their heart of hearts.

All I can say about who I may be,

is that I am myself; I am me.