Asperger Asparagus

"How we let time fly while trying to stave off change."

I'm not who I am, I am. I am

A thing who wants not to be I am.

I am clinging to the rocks of thought.

Lashed by the wind and the rain I am,

Wanting I am washed off, leaving me

Rinsed to begin as a me again.

You can't imagine how I am tastes

To a thing not wanting to be

The thing I am. Such a thing I am.