As people come and go

I sit here alone

Not knowing what i am

What am i

I hear tales of knowledge 

that people know already

what they are

who they are 

way they are

I seek out love from others

Never realizing that 

Loves come from within

Not others

Not Others

I know that i am not

But i live with this

I am what i am

A speck on this filter

we call Life