Circumstances and self, a wild poem

 Your Self is 'it', because it doesn't know any better
And when it knows, it might be something else,
And do I want that something else?
Do I know what your self wants to be?
Do you? Does anybody? That's what I'm afraid of:
The self becoming its own self
And the unpredictability,
of what the self turns out to be.

We are all victims
of our original
circumstances
after
all.
And when circumstances change,
when we get more agency
To change the self we are
to move towards the self we want to be
The possibilities are endless
And the results, unpredictable.
How do i know which self you will choose.
How do i know the self are now and the self you will become
Are compatible?