Psst
Hey you
With the skepticism shirt

Pen and pad
Sticking vulgarly  out of your pocket

I'm you

You're me

Look at you
With your baggage and your quizzical expression
Turning over stones
Have you gotten through all of them yet?

Close-up of the eye
It's clouded and blankly staring back from the mirror and
...Seems the windows to the soul
need a cleaning, a polishing...
Or perhaps the blinds are drawn?

The void yawns and opens wide its maw

Look at you
Playing with your positions

But even your philosophy isn't really free

You pay a fee
for your philosophy

So maybe

Just be open

And love?