Why am I finding me in you?

It is I who matter.

You left me.

Why am I looking for you?

Up the lone mountain, I went

To lie under the tree

To look at the blue sky.

Why did I ever want you near me?

I was fine without you, then.

So am I today.

I laugh at it,

I weep at it.

Up on the lone mountain,

Under the lone tree.

Am I complete, now?

Was I complete, then?

Do I need you, today?

Did I need you, yesterday?

Why was I clinging to you then?

Why was I always looking out for you?

Why did I even, look at you?

Who are you?

Who were you?

And, Who am I? Today? This day? This minute?

Up in the lone hill

Under the lone tree, I lay thinking…..

Am I lonely? Don’t I have me?