That Poem

What is it like
To be that poem
The one that everyone has read before
The one that even you know right now
That you could recite
And I could write down
The one that everyone understands
The one that I can comprehend
A poem that drifts in everyone mind
As they're sleeping
As they're alive
The poem that if I told you its name
You'd recognize it immediately
Yes, just by name
I wonder what it's like to be that poem
The poem everyone knows
But is always alone