who am i? who are you?
ask me no questions
i will tell you no lies
i am the writing on the wall
i am the hand under mona lisa’s skirt
i am the ruler of unconditional things
on a sunny day i am the flower
turning towards the sun
i am shaken not stirred
i am the poets’ metaphor
i make you laugh, cry,
run and hide
i can tell stories from
bedrooms and back seats
i remember your name
the stars whisper mine
who am i? i am you
