"Thoughts"
Am I me
Or someone other?
Do I feel
Like just another?
What’s inside
My little brain?
Can I be
Myself again?
Every me
Is somehow different
As time grows even
More inconsiderate.
Sometimes I wish
For younger me’s
Or smarter me’s
That ignore the trees
In favor of forest.
But hindsight’s king
Over past lives
And future things.
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