Who Knows? By Tom Hirons

Who are you,

between the early, sleepless morning

and the brightest hour of your day?

Who will you be, between your failings and the highest dream you hold?

What is the cause that called you here,

between biology and what you left in the stars?

What will be your triumph,

between staying the course

and saving everything and everyone in all ways,

everywhere?

Who has the answers to these questions?

No one alive today.

What are you, between idiocy and the infinite?

Who knows, but become it.

What do you love?

This, you should know.

Turn to it.