YOU ARE YOU AND I AM ME

Getting to what I actually want is like getting to the bottom of the sea.
Do I want friends, do I want success, or is it that what I want is ME?
Life has led on to where I am,
How much of this was part of my plan?
Till when was I a boy and since when a man?
What has happened, what happens, is a mystery.
Each day is different, each belies the previous.
What was then so holy seems now so devious.
Is it foolish or wise to use rhyme in the 21st century?
Can time be counted in centuries? 
Is there anything that can be called history?
History frames us unfairly.
Geography cordons us off culturally.
Psychology tries to give shape to our insanity.
Whatever we do, we learn, we teach, or think we know
Merely gives credence to incredulity.