Where do I start and end?
Am I measured from my head,
To the tips of my toes,
Or by the space I take up in a bed?
Am I merely blood and bone,
Or the expanse of my mind too?
The way my thoughts shape-shift,
Bury, or lift to see me through?
Do I encompass the places I've been,
Or those I'll never see?
Is it the way I conduct myself,
Or how you once looked at me?
Perhaps it's the weight on my shoulders,
Or the burdens I've passed on?
Or the blurred spots in my memory,
I won't remember when I'm gone.