Do you have to become what you are?
I was a paradox of my absolute self
When catching my shadow cast a tree
As someone else
Looking frightened and fastidious
My once obvious attributes
Suddenly became an innately alien reflection
Curveballing my senses
In a whirlpool of cosmic derangement
I lost my brother of the sun
In a milliseconds bluffing realization
Shh! Back to the concrete focus
Where the mercenary kerosene flows
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