Who are they?

Who are they?

As long as I’ve known them, have I?

Time captured me, which led me to think about this.

Is it because something that occurred that triggered me to think?

Who are they?

Questioning yourself, as if you were in a trance all along for so long.
Fooled, maybe manipulated into seeing things that are not, personalities that are not, intentions that are not. Persuaded to disregard certain actions. Persuaded into thinking maybe it’s you.

Who are they?

Are they really who you thought they were?

Even after all this time, what must have happened?

Or maybe one has to find out who they themselves are?

Who are we ourselves?