I want you to give me your name,
Your name to sleep with,
Your name to sing with,
A name I will drive to ecstasy,
Like being

My identity is who I am,

it is my heart and soul,

the very essence of my being

and that makes it simple,

but only if I recognise

My identity is fleeting, and it evades me day to day,
an unknown person in the mirror, living a different way.
Though I ask

The hardest question of them all

We all must face both short and tall

Be fat or thin, be wise or fool

Upon the roof or in

Is there an exam for not knowing who I am?

Am I more than a number, more than an entity

Do I live and breathe, do