Who are you?

Who are you? 

I hear them ask. 

I'm not sure, this will be an easy task. 

I took a walk along the streets of peace, 

To hear the silence of discreet. 

I looked around for what I could find, 

Surely something will come up in mind.

Who are you? 

Another then asked, 

Oh boy, I thought it would have been an easier task. 

Can't you see? 

I need to more time! 

I can't be the one you need to find! 

Who are you? 

I walked back home. 

Only to realize, 

I was all alone. 

I found a box, that I had once lost. 

Before I opened it, I took a long thought. 

What could it be? What could it be? 

I opened it, a note read: "Me." 

Oh! How can I not see! 

I knew that it would always return to me. 

Who are you? 

A large crowd asked, 

I replied with no deny, 

It was always me.