a blur of lights, swirl, fuzzy insight

who? where? what? thinking as i blink twice

am i? i just am,

i do,

a man,

where? is this? perhaps

and the grey scares me, hues of uncompromising

tones which speak of not even trying..

and a little book in this corner, dusty it seems

pick it up, says, the illusion of being

so it hit me, i was, i am, i might still be

what's a person, his soul? or just his deeds?

and so the box came into sight, there was no box

but we wanted a category, to organize the thoughts

so we set it up, and so too, society was brought

for it is a man, who determines his lot

if you so chose so, you could be an 'anything'

for nothing is seen, except energy in glimpses

am i crazy?