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Who am I Really
Each day in the mirror I see
A reflection of some other me
Constantly looking back at me,
And I wonder I, myself and me
Who this person can possibly be
Standing there staring back at me,
Is it the person that I think I am
Or maybe the one that I really am
Or perhaps another I pretend to be,
Am I he who I know to be me?
Or someone else that I wish to be
A mere stranger to I, myself and me
Am I he who I myself cannot see?
Or someone else that I do not see
Whose face I am not privy to see
And I ask again who can this be
This image looking back at me
And suddenly I begin to really see
As I was at first quite blind you see
Yet this person who has puzzled me
Has now become much clearer to me
For this person before me that I see
Is the image of the one I cannot see
Whose hand is it was that created me.
And all at once I can now truly see
Who it is I was predestined to be
Happily smiling looking back at me
© Eugene Harvey
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