The inside
What's that to me
What's that of you to me

The inside of me to me
Are these million thoughts
Nothing mysterious
Something that you can't
Hear or Know

I am this that or the other to me

It's a world in which I exist
What interests you
What is that you want to know
What is that you observe

My conduct
How I tie my shoe laces

See and try and observe or
To understand the
World in which I exist

I look at you for the same reasons
To know your insides
From the actions of your outsides

You would throw me some abstractions
You keep quiet
You like or don't like your insides

You study people
As a mind concept
You try to want you
You want to know it
And I see it
Just as you see it

If I tell you
It's the same

But we want to put questions
To ourselves
To make something come about
To some imaginations of the seeking

Where am I sad
Where am I happy
Where do I rest
Where do I move
Where do I remain same
Where am I in a movement
Where do I go to sleep
Where do I wake up to

Now I don't want to know
What I need to make of me
Things that I am interested in
Remain as it is

Nothing necessary
In all fields
Something that you make
Make of you from an so called inside
To know what's inside of me