On Me

i can't speak a word of the person i am.
you can ask, and i'll say what i see,
but the flittingest fact swoops to unspeak my sham.
all i know is what i want to be.

now, to be--that stuff's real, every wisdom will say,
and to want--merely myth, to be sure.
but reality fades (and may god haste the day);
still the myth (by and large) may endure.