It’s not you, it’s me
You can’t be everything
And you can’t be nothing
You can be anything, though
So, really, could you be more specific?
What exactly are you?
A word, A pronoun, A mass of letters
A person, A lawyer, A father
A lion, A tiger, A bear
Oh, Fuck
I’ve gone off on a tangent
Calculus was always my best subject
Subjected to fear and rot and radiation
Is that you
Or is that me?
That shadowy thing in the distance
Or is it a panther?
I can never tell
Everything looks like a “you” to me
Really, could you give me a hint?
No?
Well,
Is that a hint in itself
Or have I gone backwards now?
Back to the word, then
You know what you is, don’t you?
What’s that?
“You are”, you say
But are you and you the same “you”
Or are we still talking about the panther?
Was it not a panther?
Does it matter?
Matter is all that matters, after all
Or is it all, anything, everything, nothing…
There!
I see you!
You’re not what I thought you’d be