Who I Am

They kept asking who I am, so I went tasking for Zen.

Who was to know?

"You was"

To slow when the wind went blasting in.

"How far did you go?"

I went halfway in. I'm 'ma say the pathway's thin, laugh when the last day's grim.

The past is the past, so the last day is a win.

I'm 'ma be free from their grasp, so the vast weighs in. Only then will I know who I am.