I Am What I Am...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i was young
i am what you want me to be.
as time hands reason and freedom,
i am what i am trying to be.
as time runs out and i walk alone
its roads and sleeps in its
solitary room,
i no longer ask who i am and
what i will become.
the traffic lights of my life
will always be green
and so here i am while waiting
and waiting for what is nothing
i am fully dressed ready and always
ready for the ultimate go.
and so here I am Lord,
I am what i am, and at your pleasure
take me for what I am.