you ask who I am
I ask the same thing
I doubt any know
why does it matter?
what do you seek
from some one else
asking that question
do you need to know?
is it even fair of you
to inquire of another
something so complex
you won't ask yourself
until you can answer
honestly from inside
you can't expect another
to give you one either
It sounds like a version of the golden rule or another form of this where one is told that to have a friend you need to be a friend - or - one can only love another if one love's one self first. These are all 'rough quotes' of course. The thing this poem touches upon is something both profound and mundane. We ask this question many times not thinking about what we are truly asking. We consider it a casual thing. For those who speak truth and listen to others and respond thoughtfully...it becomes much more. A very thoughtful poem.
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