I May Look Myself, B u t I' m Somebody Else
I see myself
from a distance.
T h e r e is c h o i ce,
I never can pick.
They act,
I am not aligned.
W he n w e h a v e i t d o n e,
it is myself in the line.
Living like a sentinel,
watching every beam of light,
but the mirror is too fractured.
W e pu t y o u a si d e.
I own this mind and body.
yet they are shared,
by many.
U r r i g h t!
We are touched,
by flames and light.
Ripped by incongruity,
watching, living or being?
He got tired of surface,
Dove deep in the depth.
W e 'r e th e g l i t ch.
Freeing us,
for some would be a gift.
W e' r e s o m e k in d o f er r @r.
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