Self
Sing my song and hum my tune,
and everything would be,
fine and going along,
Each one of us has inside,
an inbuilt program called "self",
We all run through it endlessly,
looping like centered and mad,
Our input devices are not made,
to receive ,sight , hear or feel,
messages alien to our own "unit",
So if the song that is sung,
and if the tune that is hummed,
is his or hers and not ours,
Believe me your "program",
is wider than their "self".
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