I keep reading about just being,
like I was being something else.
Is it hard for others, this being,
the being of themselves?
Maybe I don’t know my being
maybe I don’t know at all.
The nature of what the hell is being.
Can anyone know or tell?
I don’t want to appear unknowing, I know what being means,
but is it I that does the looking out of this face being me?
or is the me the me inside you, that sees the me in me?