Who Are You?
I sit and watch
From my place on the bench
Where I twiddle my fingers around
My notebook and pen
My plan is to think
My thoughts remain free
As I watch a man
Hastily run over to me.
He falls onto the bench and releases a grin
I take off my hat
And then I begin.
“Who are you? ”
I ask sounding nice
“I am person.”
He quickly replies.
“But who are you? ”
I repeat with edge.
“I am me.”
He says staring down at the bench.
“Yes, I know most everyone does.
But who is me? ”
I say nice enough.
“I’m sorry, but I
Don’t know what you mean.”
“Goodness my friend! ”
My hands now on my knees
“Who are you, just a simple
Question, that’s all.”
“I’m afraid I don’t get it.”
He says looking foul
“Well don’t be afraid! ”
I say feeling startled
“I’m not- it’s just—oh
Forget it! ” He snarls.
He looks slightly frustrated,
This makes no sense to me
But I let him cool off
While I stare at the street
When a minute is up
I glance at the sky and say
“Who are you? ”
His head slowly does rise.
“I guess I don’t know. No
Ones asked me in the past.”
“I just asked you a second ago.”
This makes him laugh.
“That is true.”
He replies and catches his breath.
“Oh, I know, ” I say
I put my hat on my head.
“So who are you? ” I ask once again.
“I don’t know the answer to that
Question my friend.”
“What is the meaning of life through
There’s a path split in two, do you choose left,
Which way to go?
Which sky to see?
All of your answers are not up to me.”
“What do you mean? ” He asks very confused.
“Who are you? ” I ask feeling very amused.
Seconds go by and I
Wish him “good day.”
Take a bow,
And head on my way.
As I walk new ideas get brighter and brighter
Then I hear his voice,
“Who are you? ” He asks
I reply “I am a writer.”
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