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who am I…?
who is the person i call me…?
who is looking through my eyes,
and speaking the words i call mine…?

i am every person…
all is within me…

all the thoughts everywhere
are only there to remind…

all the feelings i pick and choose,
all, beyond the borders of my mind…

i am the seed to give birth,
a tree of wisdom is to be born…

but now,
just creating time to delay…

time to enjoy, and to suffer…
time to get to know the decay…

i am my own mirror,
reflecting the illusion to and fro…

mirror is bent, mirror is tainted,
i am lost within ‘now’,
and the scene is tilted…