I'll be honest.

I don't know who I am.

I was given a name.

An age,

A place to live,

A place to prosper.

A small town,

In a state,

Somewhere in a country,

Somewhere in this world.

Is it a world?

Sometimes I don't know,

Whether we're here,

Or whether we're not.

If the rides we take,

Are really rides at all.

There's no proof that we exist,

That this isn't just a made-up place,

In some genius child's mind.

Maybe it's not a child,

Maybe it's not a person,

Or a thing.

Do we know?

Do we care?

There is no perfection.

If there was,

There would be no one left.

We would be consumed,

By society.

They would see the wrong in us,

And they would hunt us down,

One,

By,

One,

By,

One.

But this isn't about them,

And this isn't about you,

And this isn't about me,

It's all who we want to be.

Is this pain?

Does that exist?

Does the sweet,

Kiss of pale,

Black death,

Truly touch our lips,

And help us see,

What we really are?

And not what we want,

To be?

Does it tell us,

Who they are?

And what of you and I?

Did we meet by chance,

Or was it destiny?

Can we make that decision,

Of every,

Single person,

In our lives?

And I've heard,

That we're given,

Two ears,

Two eyes,

And one heart.

Do you believe that,

The other heart,

The other soul,

Is out there somewhere,

In someone else,

For us to find?

Have you found it?

Do we know when,

We have?

Do we really know,

Anything?

When do we know,

When to stop?

When we've all had enough,

And when it's time,

For everyone to change?

Is there a greater,

More obvious significance,

To this world,

If it is a world?

Do we just not see it?

Are we not,

Intelligent,

Enough?

Strong,

Enough?

Evolved,

Enough?

Are we evolved?

Are we created?

Of course,

There's evidence,

For both.

How do we know,

What to choose?

When,

Is it the right,

Time,

Place,

To choose our,

Fate,

Destiny,

Or life?

Can we choose?

Any of these,

Good or bad?

How do we ever,

Know,

Feel,

Hear,

Or See anything,

That isn't what we want,

To know,

Feel,

Hear,

Or see?

Our minds twist,

Mangle,

And change what we,

As humans,

Perceive.

They're amazing,

Our minds,

But they play tricks,

On us.

Through society,

Nature,

And life.

And this,

Is still,

Not about them.

And this is not about you.

And this is not about me.

It is all what we,

As humans,

Want to be.