My mind is a monkey,
sometimes even a donkey,
My mind is always moving,
but I can watch it move,
so,
I am not my mind.

My body is tired,
and I have a bit of pain,
on my right shoulder,
From that boulder,
two days ago, so
I can feel my body,
but I am not it.

Who am I?

I was even angry,
for a day or two,
until I realized, I did,
That my emotions,
I can just see them,
so they are not me.
The one I want to be.
You see?

I am not that.
I am not that.
I am not that.
A cat?

I am.