If I should walk back into the questions 

That I have once answered before

Dressed in me today

I will empty a smile


If someone asks me again

“Do you bath in the rivers

“Is this thing on you washable

“Do you grow running about with lions

“Where did you learn to speak this good


If someone asks me these questions again

Or something that echoes like them

I wouldn’t shut my heart

And call them some innocent questions


I will believe them

How would I know if they’ve not been emptied?

How would I know if they’ve realized,

The truth about themselves, yet