Who Am I?

Who

in this strange world

am I?

The question is everywhere I turn.

It's on everything..

The screen looks at me gravely

with the mystery.

A painting will

come to life with three little words

in its misty rivers.

The motion of my body

performs a slow interpretive dance.

A small voice in my head

will ask me,

because she does not know who she is, either,

like I do not know...

So who am I?

Isn't it sad..?

Not to know who you are?

Maybe when I sleep tonight,

a friend will appear

with a smile on his face,

and tell me.

But...

what if...

he doesn't know who he is, either?

Emotions will spill

into an eternity of this question.

I guess I will spend

the rest of my life

finding out who I am...

what a scramble of words.

Who am I?

Who I am...

I am who?

Am I who...?

But in the end,

like a great inspiration of mine said

in a poem that he wrote:

"To know who you are,

you are much more

than you ever imagined."

So I leave it at that,

and think to myself...

"I don't care who I am.

I only want to bring happiness

to those who don't know who I am,

and maybe to those who do know who I am,

So maybe,

I'll look back on this question,

but for now, I will wonder...

 Who am I?

©LJ

14 June 2012