Curious

I see a little bee
Buzzing, on the flee
Who are you running from?
Are you scared of your mom?

I see a dog
Sniffing after a frog
Where will you take him?
Into the night dim?

I see a butterfly
Flutter, flutter by
What are you so happy about?
Silver lining to your cloud?

And then I see a mirror
And in it, my face
Nothing but a smirk on it
No sign, No trace

I stop asking these questions
They can’t answer me.
Why was I asking them?
Need a reason to be ME?

Yeah, Probably.