I have spent too much of my life
deciding who to be.
Friends tell me I’m good at impressions.
(I once impersonated my favorite
professor in his presence.
He said, “Now all you have to do
is an imitation of Stew Harmon”–
though no one would have bought it–
I’m no good at being me.)
No matter who you are,
it’s hard to be yourself for long
before you turn into someone else–
you’re too busy taking things in–
permeated by those you love
and hate in an influential flood.
At least you have no excuse
for feeling lonely. You can never
truly be alone
when you’re everybody in the world
and no one really.