Who Are We? - A Poem

Who are we?
In those secret places,
The gaps between our many selves,
Papered over with found objects,
To let us think that we are whole.

Who are we?
Beneath constructed lies,
In the emptiness of our souls,
In the false duties of service,
In being what we think,
Instead of what we know.

Who are we?
Without a light to guide our way,
Without a compass to steer us true,
With no fixed point of reference.

Who are you?
If not these things,
Then what else can you be?
All things to all men,
Because you are, I am.