Look at Me, I also Exist.

In the hustle and bustle, a comedy unfolds,

Where some yell, some shout, the stories they’ve told.

A cacophony of antics, a circus, no doubt,

Some show off, while others snout.

Quarrels erupt without a cause in sight,

Others keep running, never resting, taking flight.

Dressed in hilarity, some looking so funny,

While sweet words flow, as if dipped in honey.

Long beards sprout like a wise old bard,

“Notice me, notice me!” their purpose not marred.

In this mix of good and bad, intelligent and duffer,

Every God’s specimen, a show-stealer, a buffer.

For the purpose, you see, is seeking identity,

In this madcap carnival of absurdity.

“I also exist,” whispers a voice so sly,

Amidst the chaos, it says, “Look at me, oh my!”

So, in this grand parade of life’s oddity,

Let’s celebrate the quirks and the insanity.

For in seeking identity, a quest so grand,

Each one’s uniqueness, a comedy so unplanned.

Guchi.