poem

I heard a random voice
affirm itself
it said
I have to find something
Has anyone had good luck as me ? 
I  acquired my identity through a task I  do
  objects  identify themselves with me, 
my body for instance
it is just an object
unattached to my brain.
.If you asked me “who are you?” 
I would reply   identity is not my  job 
c os everyone knows thats not me,
the chef of desperate measures.
But I do have moments of what I assume is power,
maybe I copied that ,
but who can say