The worst deceit of all is self deception,
I know I’m not whom I proclaim to be.
Despite the bardic precept to be true
to my own self, I flounder to uncover
exactly who that self may haply be.
So I rewind my life’s long tape review
and mark the acts and chapters of the play:
In each successive stage I played a part
which I discarded as it proved miscast,
moved to the next, and so on, and so on
till I have reached the envied goal to be
set free from nameless collectivity
to claim that unique self I’m meant to be -
a wounded self yet whole, completely free.