Who Are You?
Brother, why. Why must you make me so.
I am lost to the wind, to time.
I pain to be more than what I am;
Yet I’m born by these very manacles which keep my aloof.
Brother, why do you keep me alive, in memory, in thought, yet neglect me, forget all but name. Do you not remember my face, like how you defy your own? Who are you now, brother? What has become of you? Were we not to be great together? Why have you let us rot away like this?
You’ve become so foreign and strange; Not a smile left on your golden brown skin. Your hair is now long and hides your eyes.
I’m confident I am still me, as you have written it.
But brother…
Who are you?