You.

  You.

 

You the simple word you, what does it actually mean to you? 

Who are you? 

Where are you? 

What are you? 

You are a person that people see. 

You are a thing you are a living noun. 

You have likes and dislikes. 

You have love, hate, grief, comedy, you have a future and you have a past. 

You are a living being - breathing the decaying life. 

You have a handcrafted entropy unique to you. 

Yours to build and tear down, rebuild or move out. 

Rent buy or sell whatever you want is everything you need for you. 

Until you see an imposter skimming on the waves of your memories. 

The face looks familiar but the picture is a blur. 

Your voice is ours and it will never be yours. 

You see the future looking into the past searching. 

You see what might be - could have been - good and pure joy - or torment and hurting. 

You want achievement without working. 

You want prestige because popularity is counterfeit and disappointing. 

You want drive but the engine is not turning. 

Pistons melted together from friction and heat, fueled by stress and pain buried beneath. 

You want more sleep while pleading for life. 

You cannot dream without a fight. 

You wish to learn what you cannot be taught - until you see what cannot be seen once you see that this is you. 

You are here.  

You are you.

You.

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