Philosopher 1/3

I tilt my spying eye toward heaven

And question—

Nothing.

I am an imposter.

I don’t belong here or anywhere.

I used to be smart, or

Did I just think I was smart, or

Am I thinking now that I was smart then.

I am no philosopher;

For me there is no why, or

I, or

why the hell not.

I stand dumb and mute

And cry at myself in the mirror.

What happened to me?

What happened?

What?