Mostly wondering
How i should be,
Among those
In front of me.
Within myself.
In front of them,
And when I’m on my own.
I ask myself,
But who am i,
If not a man alone?
Oneness?
With this?
No.
But, with that which lies within.
Beneath the clothes.
Within the heart.
Above the so sad show.
NOT FOR RANT 