Who am I, when I’m being myself?
A guy with a funny face who laughs too much,
a dude who interrupts and talks too much,
one who intoxicates himself with half-truths,
whose thoughts wander when he’s alone,
sharing some of them quickly when he’s near you on the internet,
a post-post-modern rube, remote and smooth in a mind
accumulating facts in a wan search for God,
proud of his gleaming profile pic.
“What’s on your mind today, Thomas?”
Furtive, shy, thoughtful, never sick,
blessed with slenderness of youth,
(or does the slender indicate age?)
full of old philosophy, wit, and this, latest, forsooth!
faithless and curious on the sea of technology,
increasingly taking long walks without his phone,
temporarily with others but essentially alone,
sailing away with Mozart—and what about you?
No, you are real, you are alive. Adieu.