I...

I am not the son,
That holds you back
When you've begun.
I am not the eye,
Seeking truths
In all your lies.

I am not the hand
That leads you
Only to reprimand.
I am not the face,
That fades away
Without a trace.

I am not the mind
That deals warm thoughts,
With no hope to ever find.
I am not the man
Who lives his life
Just because he can.

I am not the lie,
You would seek
As time passes by.
I am not my own,
And so I wander...
And I must walk alone.

By,
Nikhil Menon