questions for myself

who are you, really?

when you’re alone with just yourself
who are you?
do you know?

when you go through the motions of another day,
dreading and awaiting the passing of time
until the clock restarts,
another day of nothing but the same
who are you?
what do you want?

in the dead of night,
forcing yourself into unresting slumber
so you can start afresh tomorrow
and…