Multitude forms I see.
All staring at me.
All are images of me.
Indistinguishable are they
at sight, and me and them
look exactly alike.
But each of them differs
by a purpose they carry.
some are good; some are evil.
As am thrown out to them,
I see me change.
I am out of my control.
Each one gains command on me
dictates me, decides my destiny.
I forget Who is me?
