Self

the self is an enigma a piece of the puzzle that I try to place often wondering how this piece might differ from many that surround me how does the conscience take its ownership of this specific self why is self myself and not anybody else is it just a chance or is there a reason for this could I have been you and you me than would I have loved you even more than me is there a self in that cuckoo bird that sings is its conscience any different from me why do I eat when I am feeling hungry and not feel the hunger of others like me when my heart aches I do cry why then cause others to cry what binds the many pieces in the puzzle if I am placed different would it change its true pattern would it reduce smile to tears would it go totally unnoticed unseen here I stand still wondering about self a small piece in this tapestry of design can someone help me do you find your self is an enigma too N/A as always in his contest Written 9/Jan/2021 Emile Pinet sponsored Syllable count PS 3,5,7,11,13