Question
Some many times
The one question
Never asked:
‘What is it like?’
‘What?’
‘To be you,
‘What is it like?’
That one question
That never crosses the mind.
That never strays
On those few tongues
Of whom I may meet.
It haunts me so:
‘What is it like?’
…
It is
As if to live
And then die.
And then live once more,
Only to die once more.
It is as if
Your being watched.
Watched by everyone.
Your loneliness is watched
By disapproving eyes.
Not one dares approach you.
And they all
Step out of your path.
Not out of respect
No,
It is out of fear.
And you are feared
For no other reason
Than that of your differences.
…
Now
What kind of person
Chooses a life of
An infinity of solitude?
Not a single person
…
Not a single person,
Dares to choose that life.
But it is not your choice
You don’t just volunteer for it.
No.
Your chosen
By a force,
Greater than your own.
The reason?
None
…
Maybe
...
But,
This life
Is not entirely a curse
It shows you things.
Things,
That the other people don’t see.
Or won’t see.
You understand more.
More about life.
More about society.
More about the mind.
More about,
What is sacred
And what isn’t
…
It forces
You to become more
Mature.
Caring.
Understanding.
Sympathetic.
Passionate.
Dangerous.
But only to the extent
That you need.
It gives you the choice,
Of who
You want to be.
By showing you
A broad aspect of the world.
All in the blink of an eye.
…
So why?
Why
Does this question
Haunt me so?
Because no one
Even bothers to ask
Or come up and listen
For long enough.
Just ask
And I’ll tell,
The story of my life
All in a blink of the eye.
Emotions included.
Some many times
The one question
Never asked:
‘What is it like?’
‘What?’
‘To be you,
‘What is it like?’
That one question
That never crosses the mind.
That never strays
On those few tongues
Of whom I may meet.
It haunts me so:
‘What is it like?’
…
It is
As if to live
And then die.
And then live once more,
Only to die once more.
It is as if
Your being watched.
Watched by everyone.
Your loneliness is watched
By disapproving eyes.
Not one dares approach you.
And they all
Step out of your path.
Not out of respect
No,
It is out of fear.
And you are feared
For no other reason
Than that of your differences.
…
Now
What kind of person
Chooses a life of
An infinity of solitude?
Not a single person
…
Not a single person,
Dares to choose that life.
But it is not your choice
You don’t just volunteer for it.
No.
Your chosen
By a force,
Greater than your own.
The reason?
None
…
Maybe
...
But,
This life
Is not entirely a curse
It shows you things.
Things,
That the other people don’t see.
Or won’t see.
You understand more.
More about life.
More about society.
More about the mind.
More about,
What is sacred
And what isn’t
…
It forces
You to become more
Mature.
Caring.
Understanding.
Sympathetic.
Passionate.
Dangerous.
But only to the extent
That you need.
It gives you the choice,
Of who
You want to be.
By showing you
A broad aspect of the world.
All in the blink of an eye.
…
So why?
Why
Does this question
Haunt me so?
Because no one
Even bothers to ask
Or come up and listen
For long enough.
Just ask
And I’ll tell,
The story of my life
All in a blink of the eye.
Emotions included.
