Another day has begun,
Another day, no special day,
A day among months and years and millenia.
We wake, we eat,
And laughter echoes from hollow souls.
And so Man's nature:
That's the question we never quite answer.
Back and forth, him and her and them,
Rarely I.
We move slowly, but not forward.
Or maybe everyone moves forward but me.
It could be yesterday, but I wouldn't know.
I'm stuck with the problem from long ago.
When I question it, they throw words.
Maybe they answered already,
But I didn't make the connection.

"You need fulfilment-
To be man, you must be man to the fullest.
Work with responsibility.
Motion with pride.
Freedom."
But how can a slave be free?
I think they said this about me,
That I'm a bureaucrat.
They say it negatively.
But how can I find Who I am
If no one tells me what Who looks like
Or how to find it, since
I'm too stupid to know myself?
Maybe they answered already,
And the disconnect lies in me.

Or maybe they don't know,
And I'm surrounded by astronomers,
Which is why in the grand scheme
I'm invisible to them,
And my thoughts never sound their ears.
Yet with all that's stuck inside,
I feel so empty.
Maybe I have nothing good to say.
The astronomers-
They know how to find the heart,
But since they don't know what it means,
They throw stones at it
And wonder why it dies.