William Shakespeare

Who the fuck are you

Who the fuck are you, I ponder in thought, For I know not of this person I've been caught In the midst of a strange and curious plight, Where a stranger is asking me who I might Am I a mere mortal, or a God of the sky, A creature of beauty, or a beastly lie, A creature of darkness, or a creature of light, A creature of knowledge, or a creature of fright Who I am is a mystery, ever-changing and deep, A question to which I can offer no peep. For I am an enigma, a puzzle of sorts, A creature of chaos, a blessing and a wort At times I am wise, at times I am mad, At times I am strong, at times I am sad. It is for you to decide, who I am, or might be, For the answer lies within you, and not in me.