Becoming Nothing

Myself is an illusion
I have no personality
Merely a string of experiences
A bank of memories
Arranged into a face
You can change your appearance
Change yourself
With a chain of thoughts
It's all an illusion
An elaborate play
It's there and it's not there at the same time
Be how you want
Figure it out
Just be human
Humans are animals
Apes in suits
Go to the city
And look at the jungle there
Travelling in packs
A hierarchy of sorts
Watch for the predators
Or be one yourself
Be whatever you want
At any given moment
A string of experiences
Tied together by you
A bank of memories
Arranged in a grid
Be whatever you want
As long as you're alive