some days
i dont know who i am i
look in the mirror
and i cant tell
am i young?
am i old?
am i closer to myself?
am i further?
whose feet are these?
do they look strange to others?
when will i die?
what will cause it?
will my children be sad or
secretly relieved?
will i even have children?
i look and i look and then i think
i know!
i will run in the meadows
without clothes
