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Theory of Me.

Updated: Oct 23


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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