Who are you,
to tell me how to feel?
To tell me how to perceive
what's fake and what's real?
Who are you?
My mother, my kin?
My friend. My friend?
Well come again.
These loose words,
these false pretenses
that appear to make us see
through these temporarily contact, lenses
But take them out,
see what I see
That's why I ask who are you?
But a stranger to me
