Who are you after all the people are gone?
After you turn off the lights that fill up your life,
And turn off the music,
And get in your own bed?
Do you like yourself? And who you’ve become?
Do you miss the acceptance of others,
And the hugs from the mothers
The friends that keep running towards you
And giving you purpose?
Who are you, when all you have now is time?
And who you were supposed to be when all the lights were gone?
Do you run from yourself
Or do you run from others?
Do you think you’re a work in progress
Or do you think you’re done baking?
Do you have certainties about you
Or is the only thing you a very clear unknown?
Are you happy and kind? Or are you at least trying?
There is still time for you to learn all of this,
To learn yourself,
To learn the others,
To learn love and despair,
Hope and breathing in the air.
The only thing you’ll always have
Until the day you die