Onward

Who was I?
Who am I?
How can they be the same person?
Who is fooling who?
Regardless, on to the next stop.
Like a slave to change.
Like an addict to novelty.
I did not anticipate this path to virtue to be a lonely one.
This path that doesn't trust me.
This path that's so ungrateful.
Am I on a fools errand?
I helped so few in Kenya.
Am I now running from danger or failure?
I'll never know.
Having no income has left a noticeable hole in my ego.
What kind of suitor am I with no income?
Perhaps my ego needed reengineering.
I just hope fate prefers tacos over fried plantains.