Sometimes I wonder
looking around where I am
how I got here
The people around me
I'm not like them
or maybe I am?
Am I what I see in the crowd
or what I think I see in the mirror
or what I think I think I am
Maybe it is just who I am
when I do what I do
without even thinking or wanting
to do what I do
I'm not that shallow
or maybe I am?
Sometimes I wonder
which way I am going
why noone feels like a companion
why nothing feels like a goal
I'm not really that lost
or maybe I am?
4 comments:
You are what you think you are. Maybe.
Lovely.
You are not what you are not.
*Sorry for pointing out, but none got type as noone in the 3rd line in last paragraph.
Good introspection. More than ur poetry, i somehow like the structure of ur poem here. Good
*Sorry for pointing out, but none got type as noone in the 3rd line in last paragraph.
Good introspection. More than ur poetry, i somehow like the structure of ur poem here. Good
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