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".