The Question

Who am I ?

I wonder often

Just another among sometimes

So much simpler to follow

Is it being less?

Answer yourself, why judge me?

I try to be more

Complete

Think of it. Mediocre. Never burdened

Well, I'm not wrong, only presenting perspective

Do you really place faith, trust?

Of course not

Now be steadfast with character

In possession of honest judgement

Having moral common sense

With the ability of being decent

Drawn to the void of a black hole

They come, all, not just few

Shown something

So taxed

Why do I bother?

Conscience

Maybe

Truthfully

Just because

It is a sensed quandary

Awarness beyond thought

Predisposed to the ability to care

Sucks sometimes

Who am I?

That person who gives a shit

Not because someone has to

But because it is right.