He stares at me,
eyes forlorn.
He asks me who he is-
does he really not know?
He tells me he's popular,
and through that mist,
he can't figure out,
just who he is.
So I tell him.
You,
are the artist,
worker,
thinker,
wonderer,
inventor,
dreamer,
but,most of all,
who you want to be.
