What decided I was me?
Conscious,
I am myself.
These thoughts in my head,
Are mine.
Unconscious,
A force knowing,
Always before.
Is it written?
Is there reasoning.
A plan for me,
Meaning.
This life that is mine,
As I look at you,
You look back at me.
I'm me,
Your you.
What do you see,
When you eyes gaze upon me.
Do I fit a stereotype for your story,
Do I play a part,
Do I get many lines.
Or just a passing thought,
A figure of many.
A moment in,
Your time.
A dull ache,
Thinking,
Questioning.
Why this vessel,
I call home.
Strange I be always me,
You always you.
A destination,
I can only stay.
A journey,
Of chaotic thought,
The constant unknown.
In my head,
Left.
To figure out on my own.
Is this body mine,
Or just a miracle of cells,
Joined.
Matter clung together,
To build a sanctuary,
For my being.
This soul,
Entity that resides here.
Can I call it mine?
Does it really matter?
Is there a point in even asking.
I feel to even have the question,
There is a point,
Discovery.
One surely tasking.
These free flowing ponders,
Accidents.
Coincidence.
Emotions so intimate.
Are these feelings and desires,
Really ours?
Or just a chemical reaction,
Small sentiment.
Broken fragment.
When I decline,
Is that me or just my mind.
Or a lesson,
Beyond my recognition.
A lesson for the next what?
This tale has no plot.
Just riddles,
Of me.
Purpose,
Existence,
Constant resistance.
Resistance of understanding.
Wanting to learn,
Too scared to uncover.
Am I me for a reason,
Or just another,
Breath.
Another result,
A test.
My sub conscious would agree,
But...
Intuition is the only one who truly see's!
You choose,
Who you believe.
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