Parts of Identity

He always fought, and won
but not what he fought for.
He always tried to be, and became
but not what he wanted to be.

He always thought, and worked,
and created and destroyed,
but everyone took it in a way
not intended by him to be.

What he was, what he wanted,
what he thought, what he did….
no one knew but they always seemed to be.

What everyone wanted from him he never did
he always fought with his back to their wit.
Every new day at every new way
he had a new identity
till he forgot what he really was
and what he actually wanted to be.

Silenced once by the days of confusion
he is now into a new earth of creation,
where no one knew of his forged past
and so no one stopped him from forging a future.

Even he knew about this,
and so he fought to prevent strands
from his past from rising.
Till one day, a strand like me
pulled him back to his past.