The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

It Is All In Your Head

What 
are
you?
Look
in a
mirror.
What 
do you 
see?
Do you
see you?
Or
do you
see
an
edifice,
scaffolding,
a facade?
Do you see
just a
vehicle,
a mode of
transportation?
Do
you see
what you are?
Can you
see inside?
What are
you?
Are you
just
a big
slab of
meat?
Just 
a bag of
water.
Are you
the
blood
coursing 
through 
your 
veins,
the current
charging 
through 
your
nerves?
Are you
what’s in 
your 
heart
what’s
in your
soul?
Are you
what’s 
between your
ears
behind your eyes?
Grey matter 
is that
what you are?
Folds upon
folds of 
brain. Is
that it?
Is that 
what you
are?
Is your body
just
a receptacle?
Are you
a projection 
streamed
in
from some
other place?
Look in the 
mirror, 
what do
you
see?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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