The Stranger Known As You They say "You," I say what? They repeat, "yes, You" I say "You who?" So They check my vital signs And say, You are alive. I smile, Knowing You is well For one day, I can possibly meet You And find out more about them. And possibly be just like them. They say You is an outsider, The forbidden outcast No one seems to notice, Or even cares to. I can relate. They then told me You is to be addressed as Myself, So I complied Because that is what I always do. I would still love to come across Myself Someday Any day. They are the only companion I could ever know. But They said Myself is no good, no good at all, a mere ant on the sidewalk Unknowingly waiting to be crushed by the passersby Who possess the one identity That is praised. So I suppose That if I should never follow in Myself's footsteps, it is okay; I will always have my friend Somebody Else To show me the ropes of #life, And follow in their lead.