Who Am I

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Who Am I

i look at myself,but do i really see
just who is this person,that is me

i collect many thoughts from time to time
during my thinking,comes this thought,which ones are mine
one thought says this,another this and that
then I thought in awe,what are You getting at

if You are You,and Your talking to me
You must be someone,but who can You be

then I thought man,Im talking to myself
surely these thoughts are mine,and belong to no one else

then one day comes this thought,very evil mean and cruel
thats when I said,You must think Im some fool

I got so so upset and confused,that I started to cry
as these words came out of my mouth,Lord God,who am I

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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