A poem

You're exploring a profound and relatable human experience – the constant evolution of self. This journey through different "faces" and "skins," while seeking the unchanging "inner core," is rich with themes of stoicism, philosophy, and psychology.

Here's a poem that aims to capture that essence:

Shifting Sands of Self

So many faces worn, Each skin a fleeting cloak, then torn. A voice, a glance, a different guise, 

While teeth, and nails, and hair surprise, Like rivers flowing, never twice the same.

Can constancy reside within this flame? My inner core, it whispers, "I am here." 

Yet countless selves, through joy and fear, Have walked this path, a blurred parade, 

A tapestry of lives, unmade.

This current form, a stranger I disdain, A heavy mask, a source of inner pain. 

To shed this skin, must I just wait, For next me at fate's slow gate? The river flows, 

but oh, the current's slow. How to become the self I long to know?

Gemini