A Name? What does it matter when you are not even sure that you are made of matter?

You say the World may know who you are by your now name? When in reality, they know not what or if they themselves are... therefore, how is it possible that they may know Thee, that I ask of Thee?

Life itself may not be, so don't set thyself up for what may come to be?

Does anything matter what thy be... for is not life itself a mystery?

Why explain to the masses... for they care not whateverfor, just worry about the mail that comes to your door?

For there thy shall find the name-game could become a pain, along with MISTER! Becoming "Mr. Wilson!" That in itself could be a pain?

Could he stand to play the game?

Of having himself... "TWO NAMES?"

I live the role for years I say, Mr. So-and-so it could be one day, then a call would come the other way
therefore, he must take it day by day; is what I say, otherwise the explaining never goes away.

Enjoy your life to come and don't explain, go sit outside in the rain, for worrying about people will only bring you pain.

Alyce Starr Wilson