Fool, of my race I have become,
To stay ahead,
To stay afar,
But I am last,
Body ,Soul and mind.
Fool, of the present I have become,
To nourish and to be,
To stay evolved,
To pretend the change,
To predict the fall.
My inner reflection,
Knows None of the one I pretend to be,
It is smug with the absence of me,
For I am not me but someone else.
- Me
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i like the last paragraph. i know what you mean.So many times i ve felt that i was me but now "he" is gone.......
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