Hey You
A poem

Hey you, looking at the night sky, wondering where you belong. And why can your eyes look up so high? But you’re no Armstrong? What are you meant to do? Where are you meant to be? You’re in a rendezvous. Like universe just said, "Hey thee, do you wanna meet?" And you came along.
Hey you, do you know what makes you think? Something grey in your brain, or some constant sync? What a view, you look without a blink. What will you pursue? Do you have a hint? Can someone know that you were here? Can you leave a hand-print?
Hey you, were you always you? Did someone give you as a gift? When do you lose yourself? When you die, or when you become "I"?
Thanks for your time.






