They

You know what they say, "Practice makes

Perfect"? 

You know how they say, "Let the past 

Be the past"?

You know how you feel

Knowing something you're doing 

Is not right,

You know they're watching you ponder,

You do, right?

They stay around you, you meet them, see them

Everyday,

They can give glowing smiles, or uncanny looks

Depending on the aura around you -

Wherever you are, they are there 

They are there everywhere.

You might think you're alone, somewhere

Deserted

But you never are

They're still there -

And they are also probably the ones

Who know you, better than you know 

Yourself.

They say confusing strings,

There are lots of songs they sing,

They have seen lots of things,

There's something, which, to myself I'll always

Think,

It will either remain unanswered, 

Or will be forgotten, 

But I shall not think it will be addressed

But nonetheless - 

They cannot control 

Everything you do 

Even if the things they have said 

Echo constantly, pounding with hard questions,

They do not matter, at least 

Not as much as you think.

They're in the distant past, in the far future 

They're in this very moment, 

Probablye even reading this 

For all we know, it could be anyone.

Here's 

Something I've always asked, and as have you

I'm sure -

"Who's they?"