Here is the story of the known.
The ones we always call “they”.
Always they’re mentioned
Always they’re questioned.
We always ask, “I don’t know.”
We always wonder, “I don’t know”.
There is nothing more.
No questions, no answers.
Only the thoughts from the past
Only the mind


And they are spoken everyday:
“What they say”
“Them”
“You know”
Yet there is no one to speak their names.
There is no one who knows the truth.
There is no one to give the nameless names.

And so we think:
Who are the people we call they?
How did they come to be?
How should we give them names?
Until the answer becomes clear:

Forever left to wonder.