Changed Identity Poem by Ima Ryma

Looking for you, I lost my way.
My journey did turn dark and cold.
I lost track of each night and day
In futile search of pot of gold.
Get wealth and power was my goal,
So when I found you, you would be
One more possession to control.
You would be so impressed with me.
I went to prison for a crime,
Just a system number, but I
Found my good self while doing time.
The Golden Rule I now live by.

I found myself and now I do
Be better able to find you.