Ludjo

Who are you, who am I, what is the pain.
Are we certain about... or not...
Is it leaving or surviving,
or are we just a dust.
What is what,
do you understand,
or do you not.

What are we. Who are we
if we are not.

Do I feel the pain
or pain is what I feel.

Dont lie to me that you care
cose I do care not
leaving is easy if you pretend
that you (we) are not...

But, yes, we are,
different, a bit strange,
or strange are all the otheres,
are they not?