Dark Philosophical Poetry

What am I

What am I?

Am I my thoughts?

Am I my mass?

Am I my energy?

Am I my actions?

Are these even mine?... Or are they being borrowed?

My present self has thoughts... my future self takes credit for...

My present self is made of mass... that is only used, waisted, and replaced...

My present self uses energy... my future self will not...

My present self makes actions... that only provide consequences... for my future self...

Just like I do now... My future self will look back on me... and thank me... or curse me... knowing that I cease to exist...

I am nothing more... than a set of thoughts, matter, energy, and actions... set in a small strip of time...

And there are more... more like what I am...

Like the one... reading this poem... who will cease to exist once finished...