Have you lost your Identity card?

One may walk in a hallway,

With the only purpose being to hear his own footsteps echo.

One may look in a mirror,

Only to see a piece of glass like a foggy window.

One may scribble their thought,

To etch their meaning into the world by describing all that they know.

One may discover who they are-

But, to listen, to look, to be is fine enough for now.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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