Q & A Poem by TMA

Where am I supposed to look
When I’m trying to find myself?
On a screen, or in a book
Dusty, forgotten, on some shelf?
What am I supposed to see
When all I’m looking for is me
Is there someone I’m supposed to be
Do I have a destiny?

Who am I supposed to ask
When the question is “Who am I? ”
Is my destiny but dust and ash
That I’ll return to by and by?
Is there somewhere I’m supposed to go
Is there a path I should follow?
Is there an answer, yes or no,
Or will I never know?

As I grow older, will I find the answers –
Or will I just stop asking?