Nobody knows me
I am a stranger to all
Especially me.

Someday I might be remembered
But probably for something boring.

You use such big words
I wonder how you *speak.

Who are we when we're spacing out
Or watching someone mindlessly?
Who are we when we let go of it
Because we forget about stressing?

Who are we when we forget to be angry
And release the sad thoughts inside?
Who are we when there's just nothing left
That we feel we have to hide?

Will we find that we are words
Tossed mindlessly to the breeze
Will we find that we were a sigh
An smile seen only by the trees?

Cut on my finger
Right under the knuckle, red,
Blood from somewhere deep;
Startled me when I saw it--
From whence did you come?

Walking through imaginary woods
I tripped over a root strangely square
Fell and hit my head on a log
And radically, I'm still there.

What are you doing
When I'm not really looking?
Do I want to know?