About Me

I've asked to myself

over and over again,

Who am I?

Where do I stand?

But the only answer I get is a screeching silence.

I am no someone,

you always wanted to meet.

I am no someone,

you'll ever wanna be.

But I am,

for sure,

the only Me.

My life's no simple,

MY thoughts ain't noble,

My deeds no scared,

yet I hope and wish and pray.

I remain

quiet in the crowd,

but speak to my loneliness.

Enjoy the unsaid words,

over the often exclaimed phrases.

I don't seek the

eternal glory,

nor the brightness of light;

I'm made of bone and muscle,

thus need some bread,

may be with some wine.

This is all

I think I know,

cause 'About Me' is a question,

still left

to be atoned.