I wish to be known.
For the many or few to know my name,
And for the world to see my face,
Feels meaningless at best.
I have been told I am unpredictable,
that there is always something new,
But I think I know better.
Then I must be known by myself.
Although I could not say much more than that.
And tomorrow I will change.
Forever, in a great way.
I guess to be known has to happen at the end,
And I'll be gone.
So there is nothing to know?
And everything to learn.