Poem : I'm not a poem.
"Of course it is one!" says the Reader.
But why is she one?
Why does he have to be one?
Especially when it doesn't want to be one?
'Appearance' you say?
But are you what you seem?
'Purpose' then?
Are you what you do?
'Meaning?'
Do you know your meaning?
"For what it says and how it says it?"
Why do you say the things you say?
And do you always think of the hows?
For that matter,
Why do you do what you do?
Why do you go where you go?
And is the 'where' where you want to be?
Are you what you are?
Or are you yet to be?
Poem says "I'm not a poem."
So what is this, then?
Something new?
Or something forgotten.
