Can i see your Id?

Moments pass us by all the time.

In a twinkling, between blinks, our life moves on, a grand procession of scenes and places pass our eyes, ebbing slowly from the high definition present, before relegation to the black and white of memory.

My dreams are surreal. Playing what-if's in my mind in waking dreams, as i drive mechanically past the same stretch of expressway. The cars swoop by as pleasant thoughts of justice cross my mind. Vigilante it might be, but justice it still is. Before i snap myself back to reality and the upcoming light, watching warily for unwary drivers keen to cross my path.

As the years pound wearily on my back, i think back on the value of the persona. Who am i, really, and what does it mean to be me. Over time, people change. But what is it that i can truly call myself? What is it that over the years, has been there, has been central to my identity and my life?

Hobbies come and go. So do friends and people that i hang around with. What is the core unifying trait that pulls me together over the years?

Where am i in the depths of my soul?