Who am I?

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Who am I?

Sometimes I look out my window
And I wonder,
Where'd these past few years go?

And I realize,
I can barely remember things that happened
A little over three years ago.

And I realize,
That some of the best things in my life,
Were actually just dreams I had each night.

And I wonder,
What my life is like
Outside of my perception,
Outside of my mind?

What I must act like
To someone who's heart
Is not like mine?

hat I must look like
To someone who's eyes
Are different from mine?

hat I must seem like
To someone who's mind
Is far from mine?

What I must be like
To someone who's life
Is not my own?

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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