Am Jib, Am I jibdified?

I am jib, 20 years old.

Who am I?

A boy?

A young man?

Or just a man?

They say zero has no value.

If I take off the zero out of my age, then I’m a baby.

If I take off the two, then I don’t exist at all.

And If I add the two, I still get two years.

Who am I?

A confused boy, young man, man or a creative one?

Who are we anyway?

Our ageing bodies?

Our sinful hearts?

Our doubtful brains?

Or our fading clothes.

Who are we? Who are you? Who am I?

Am I Jibdified? Or we are all Jibdified?



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