Monday December 10, 2001 at 10:50 pm

Unknown

I stand before you in inexplicable awe

In bewilderment to the faces that I saw

An audience of people, known to me from the dawn of our time

I pose to them a question, a riddle, a poem, my rhyme,

An answer unknown to me for many years

An answer to confirm your denials, or prove my fear

A question of purpose of which I hold

The answer to which yearns thy heart and burns thy soul

Who am I to you?

Am I a nameless soul associated with all the faces

Only remembering me at certain time and places

Shadowed by all the others, am I faceless name

With all those you considering, not one in the same

Am I the crutch to lean on used for your own spite

Only needed when your words and actions leave you alone at night

Am I pawn for your amusement the inevitable court clown

Only used to garnish a smile and replace your fallen crown

Who am I to you?

This question is all I ask

A trivial question or a trivial task

Ponder upon my existence upon this day

Question whether or not, I should have stayed

A lover, a fool, even as a friend

None of it really mattered in the end

Hearts turned warm and slowly began to heal

Others turn cold, using the scars for seals

Some did neither and went away with a sigh

While the rest sit here wondering, just who am I

Amid the emotions of fear of love, and the pain of it’s lose

All which were used unsparingly and all at my cost

Who am I to you?

It seems such a simple question to ask

The answer to which you must reveal your mask

Exposing yourself to a grim reality, a glimpse into my life

Bare the truth of your soul, revel its glow against my dark night

Still the answer is unknown, but it intrigues your mind

Yet for only a mere moment, a split second in time

Who am I to you, battling your sticks and your stones

Who am I to you, the answer a mystery unsolved, the answer…unknown!