what will become of me?
should I care, as I have so little control over a number of things?
everything surely isn’t about me,
it is about the other
and what they want.
where have I come from?
where am I going?
I do not have these answers,
for I haven’t created all this.
all I am is in it.
but, I do go on in time
until it runs out for me.
and then, who knows what happens.
it is like a secret, this life.
and, I am not the keeper of all the secrets.
where it goes no one knows.
but, even though it seems we are alone.
is it the truth we are not?
you must await your answer as I will mine.
