belong..

what is it tat makes each of us wht we are. wht defines wht and y. wht is it tat one strives to achieve in one's actions. dreams? desires? and y? bearing the brunt and grunt of daily chores one retires to somethin one calls home. yet then the definition changes again.. we pluck all our roots and relocate as seeds off of flowers blown by the breeze to restart again. does the new plant and the flowers born therewith recollect its originalities? who is to say? i dont knw. yet it has formed an identity. or has it? the matter of being somethin appears to be elusive. i am still with the breeze hoping to reach back frm whre i plucked myself from my roots. perhaps i will .. belong...