"Just a Question" by Zanity(Zanity) - Poem

 In a room with bookshelves, desks, and plenty of clutter.

Close your eyes. Open them again. Out of body, floating and feeling. Long hair, a skirt, lightness of bare feet. She runs, I run. I run.


Close my eyes. Open them again. In body, first person, look around. Red jacket sleeves, hat shading the sun. I am walking. They are walking. I open my eyes, it's all in my mind.


Who am I? The short girl with the long hair? The one with the jacket and hat? The one with the eyes that open and close?


This is D.I.D. I suppose. Why isn't it 'my' body when I close my eyes, how do they walk when I'm not them?


I suppose that's just a question, isn't it then?

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