I wonder if the trees can hear me <br />When I scream aloud, <br />Or if the dandelion screams, <br />When I pick him out. <br />There's no telling where life can take us; <br />One day I'm a blade of grass, <br />But today I am myself- <br />Nobody else. <br />Life chooses for me to be me.<br /><br />author unknown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/identity-17/
