Versions
Sometimes I wonder, what version of me do people know!
Do they believe I'm mature now, or do they believe I'll never grow?
I wonder what version I was judged upon?
Were they impressed by my brains, or did they laugh at my brawn?
Did they meet the smart guy, who was loaded with facts?
Or did they meet the jester with his hysteric acts!
Do they see me as a person with logical thinking?
Or did they despise me for my foolish bouts of drinking!
Did they see the hopeless romantic with love in his eyes?
Or did they fall prey to the mask, who hid his troubles with his lies!
Did they see this version, where I was always lost in thought?
The philosopher who spoke about happiness being loved and not being bought!
What if they met the Jester first and Philosopher later?
What did they decide? Which personality of mine was greater?
From words of wisdom, jokes to scare away boredom, and talks about dance and song.
Did they dictate I was useless and making up things. I can't even differentiate right from wrong?
Someday I'd like to sit and meet these versions of me, through their eyes.
I'd like to establish, if they felt I was hot with passion or cold as ice!
Maybe I worry too much, about what other people think.
But wouldn't it be a cool subject to talk about, over a drink?
