Oxymoron

What are you made of? You are made of a thousand and one things I’ll never understand. You are apathy and passion, cynicism and romance, laziness and ambition, all at the same time. You enter and exit out of different worlds. You wear multiple masks, and you throw them out as you go. You know a lot about everything. You are the very person I’d like someday to be, but for now, I’m happy to be watching and learning from you.