I
It’s fascinated me
As a child
I
It will trouble me
Till I die
Is it
The superficial me?
Much of which
I can’t even see
Or, is it
The within of me?
That’s always been
A mystery to me
Is it
The mind?
That hardly ever
Listens to me
Or, is it
The thoughts?
From where do they
Come to me?
I
Really confuses me
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