who are you?….

 Who are you?

A question I now pose to myself

A question I do not know if will be answered

Or will just be discovered

Little by little

Will it matter?

This time or in the future

Uncertainties abound

But I hope it will not be a question

Of who really you are…

I myself have pretensions

That I myself try to hide from you

What should I feel?

What should I think?

What should my reaction be?

Honestly I am lost

Will I just shrug it off

And convince myself it’s just the

Morose of youth?

I wish I wasn’t inquisitive enough

Or too much

I wish I didn’t find out

I wish it’s a case of me being

Too stupidly smart

That I find things I should not be concerned of

Finding things that consume my thoughts

I wish I was just plain stupid

And never find ways to find things

Ignorance-is-bliss kind of wish

That I know I can never undo

I wish I can never assume

And just accept things at face value

‘Cause things are the way they are

Hope I can get over it

Hope I can get over it