The Mystery of Self
In silence
I sit and ponder
the mystery of self
in this vast infinite universe
What am I?
What is anyone?
I exist
at least I believe I exist
I see the world
through my eyes
But
what are my eyes?
Are they just the product
of the history of my life?
Are the eyes of others
just products
of the history of their lives?
What am I?
What is anyone?
Copyright © John Beharry | Year Posted 2013
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