it isn't matter, it's still alien

Who is this alien i call myself?
How can i really know who i am?
When i am always changing...
i try not change
to stay the same
to keep the comfort of the known
making me feel that death is far away

i try to change
thinking
i am not enough
cannot fly
i have not written my novelette
yet
i am not God
yet

But i try
to be
me
and in all my glory
i let go of who i think
i am
and you are
and rest in the love
that can be
between you and me

i try to let go of the things
you did
and didn't do
but then my memories
of us will be gone
i see you for what you do
for me
and not who you are
which is changing
anyway

This alien that you are to me
i love and cherish
when i see you as me
and when we just sit
and look
and observe
and enjoy
and try not to change
just be
and enjoy
and look
and really see
you and me

All the sudden you are not so
alien to me
and neither am i to me.
i to me
you to you
us to us
them to them
ahem!
excuse me
I am talking
don't i make alot of sense
what tis the matter
it doesn't matter
it's changing
anyway