That man

Based from one of my poems :

“That man”


On that ground, there’s that man lying down while being inside of the shadow.

The shadows danced behind his back and then…

…they whisper him with a simple question:

“Who are you exactly?”

And that man turned his head to the shadows and answered this:
 
“Is this important for me or you to have an answer that you already know?
I am a simple one, nothing more nor less.
Did my answer give you a satisfaction?”

After a while, they stared each other until that man disappeared without any trace like he never existed…

The shadows still wonder :

“Who’s that man?…”

The wonder of who we are, what's our identity, our existence.

To whom do we need to prove : to others? To the society? To the family? Or to ourselves?

These are questions that we have been wondering for a longtime.

True answer is to be you as you are you and no one can interfere but sometimes or most of time, we tend to forget nor allowed to know that we have the right to be the "me"