Me via The World

What do you see
When you look at me
What I am
What I could be

An opportunity
Or a lost cause
An investment
A case of charity

Someone you want to know
Someone you’d like to be
Or just a way to pass your time
Something temporary

A part of a phase you look back fondly at
Or wish it had never come to be

A muse
A mystery
A nightmare
A fantasy

A key
To be used for access
Then forgotten

And that’s assuming
That I even fall in your spectrum of visbility
Cause you could just be
Overlooking me

Not seen, not heard
A non-existing entity

So who am I, really?

I’ll never know surely
As long as I see
Me via the world