All in good time;

Losing track of yourself, of an identity built around collected phases and phrases,  Digging its track lines into your body from head to toe, even before your time of birth,  with a pre-set expectation of you that you never got the time to grasp,  A continuous track record of achievements that define your existence and level of acceptance,  A pass/no pass sheet in peoples’ minds defining your worth upon their mere perception of reality for their present self and its current values.  Bullshit? Various meanings to tracks that can only truly be defined by your zest for life at the end.