When you meet someone new for first time,
Nothing that you have ever done exists in their mind.
They exist and you exist. They are aware of your stare. You think, what does it matter to be there?
How serious is existence, and might a truth exist?
Your existence is more truthful, (because you always think it is,)
You clumsily force people to see that you exist more strongly,
And their frequent looks of praise make me think you've not done wrongly.
Others call your bluff; they might think your acting tough
We all know the same, and our brains have different names,
If your name is not enough, and your brain is not much better,
If your actions come out meek, and your thoughts won't hold together,
And they notice your opinions come from split-second decisions,
Then you can't stand above the one you met today,
So you shake their hand softly with limp fingers, and get out of their way
