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I sometimes think "where am I ?"
But not as often as "Who am I ?"
Either thought begs an answer
But never do I get that answer
It seems that questions about myself
Have no impact upon myself
But I keep asking over and over
The silence replied justs adds to the curiosity
So who, what where ??
Who knows but me
The answer I suppose doesn't evade
It just hides behind what I already know
But if I keep asking will an answer come ?
Or perhaps through repetition change
To be honest I do not know
Or I really do
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