Tabula Rasa
TABULA RASA
A mystery, even to myself
I’m not an ogre nor an elf
Am I really a mouse that roared
My soul still remains unexplored
A mixture of thought and feelings
Matured somewhat in my dealings
Perhaps old wine that’s gently poured
My soul still remains unexplored
Enough of this hocus-pocus
I might suffer from poor focus
Yet when I looked down as I soared
My soul still remains unexplored
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