I don't have a TV,

And I don't use any messenger.

Can you recognise me?

Can you feel me

In the crowd

of a random stranger?

I'm like a small tealeaf

dancing in the white heat...

Can you talk to me?

Can you see me whatsoever?

I've become a stranger to myself,

Giving love and hope to abstract people...

Ain't no all alone, but deeply lonely 'self',

Sometimes being cured by neighbourbooks

taken from my shelf or nearer...

Well, I talk to them,

And sometimes they talk to me...

Noone's heard my recent "help" -

And my "be or not to be".