A Thousand Faces

A thousand faces flow through my Mind.
Who will I be today? 

A thousand faces flow through my Mind, 
All of them  mine. 

Version Two

A thousand faces flow through my Mind.
  Who shall I be today?
A father? A brother?
  A friend or lover?
Strong or weak?  Short of Tall?
  Does any of this mean anything at all?
The faces flow by and merge into one.
  The one becomes blurred and shifts on the run.
Ever changing, ever flowing, the faces fly by.
  No matter where they stop, the answer remains
Who shall I be today?  I'll be me, that's who
  For that's all I can do.