From somewhere within,
a voice calls out
‘Yes?” I turn to look
but see no one.

As I walk down life’s path
a shy flower raises its head
but is lost in the green of the bushes
before I can know it

The real me is trying
to step up on life’s stage
and play her part

“Who are you?
Why are you here?
And are you doing that
which you were born to do?”

She opens her mouth to answer
but there is silence.

And in this silence
where all sounds drown
In this whiteness
where all colors meet
I will find her
The Real Me
