What do you know about me? -- A Poem

Nothing. 
I figured.

Could you possibly assume the way the sky was oriented?
You don't know the sky; you know the earth
I know the sky.

Can you sing?
You can sing.
Can you express?
I thought not. It's the way it is.

Ask me a question.
Any question.
I'm always honest.
I don't lie
And I don't tell half-truths, even if the truth might hurt.

Feel pain.
Learn from it.
Feel sorrow.
Overcome it.
Feel fear.
Face it.

Take my advice. I'm going Back, now.
First you will figure out what I am, and how you can speak to me



This poem just flowed out of me one day. After much contemplation, I have concluded that the speaker in this poem is God.