Stolen moments

Who am I you ask
Yet the question always remains.
For who I am changes
from day to day
nay from moment to glorious moment I’d say
Yet all you who I meet have changed who I am
But am I not more than the sum of all that I have experienced also of all of who I’ve met
is there not some basic me
A version untouched, unblemished a version of my most perfect self
Yet I ponder this and still I am not who I once was…

Peace and love
Robert Blok