September 23, 1988
Who do I think I am?
Is it presumptuous of me
To ask questions
About the world?
Is it presumptuous of me
To want to know
Why I am who I am?
I like to think not.
I like to believe
That I matter.
But who am I?
What business is it of mine
To ask questions?
I could not comprehend
The answers if I knew them.
That must be the case.
After all,
I have not been able
To learn the answers.
Maybe there are no answers.
Maybe that is why
I cannot find any.
But, then,
Why are there questions?
Maybe it is only why
That has no answer.
I don't know.
I probably never will.
But I will keep asking.
Just who do I think I am?
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