i wonder if you know me
when you look at me
what version do you see
what story have you written to explain me
what’s my reason, what’s my life
what color air do i breathe, what type of sights do i see
who’s past did you interweave with mine
what experience is now mine
and what am i to you
what role shall i play in your autobiography
will i be the knight in shining armor or the fire breathing dragon
am i the delicate princess, the daring knight?
perhaps i am the evil step-something, or the caring fairy-something
am i a replication or a replacement?
do i fill the void someone else left behind or do i simply cover it up?
do you see me when you look at me?
or do you see what you want me to be?
(they’re practically the same thing now)