Who?

This question dominated my youth.
I walked around wondering at everyone.
Curious about what made each who who.
And when there was no else around
I wondered in the mirror
Trying to work out who was reflected there.
Sometimes I managed both at once – looking at the who
In front of me and using the reflection as a mirror
To look at the who within.
I wonder what my question is now.
Sometimes it feels like it’s
What? What? What?
In all senses of Whatness.

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