Who you say you are

this doesn’t really matter, my friend:
whose or whom, or who we are.
the world will beat you
into a simpleton, and
leave you a mouth without speech.

what, or whom, or why you’ve been told
to find or know or be someone is
irrelevant. there’s a reason we’re told
we’re not of this world.
until we find our world, we’re no one.

leonell echa