Shapeshifter (poem)

It spent it's entire existence changing
slipping from one to body to another
twisting from one form to the next
it forgot it's name and everything else about it
just keeps changing, to make it's life more convienent,
it's whatever it's audience want's it to be
but since it can be anything it wants
it's never learned to want to be anything
and shall always be nothing at all.