I

Sometimes
This body
Like a prison
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Without my approval
Without my conscience

Sometimes
This body
Like a trophy
And I
Caught inside
Ponder on the things
This body has done
Beyond my ability
Beyond my creation

And I
Wonder I
At who am I
Whether this body is I
Or some other I

Not always the master
Of the vessel
Looking back at I
In a mirror

And what does it matter
This I
This fragmented I
This pixelated I

The I
Known by others
An I
That may not
Perhaps not
Certainly not
Hopefully not

Be I