I am from the people
They are the mould
From which I was moulded
But unlike a mould
I am not rigid
I am different
Moulded over and over
I am from the domain
I am from the past
I am from the present
I can be from anything
For only an instance
Am I from it
And never again
I am a memory
I am a fly
And life’s the wind
Every single aspect
Every single detail
We may collide
Or perhaps not
I am like a wave
I have a set course
But so many variables
And many possibilities
I am made of locks
And keys may open me
To another barrier
They will change me
But, in the end
It’s still me