I am not who you think I am.
I am not who you see.
I think that I know who I am.
I think I know I'm me.
But every time I think I know me,
I get hints that there is more.
So, I think that I will never be
the me that's hidden at my core.
Each time I think I have me figured out,
something happens and I change.
The way I was going is no longer my route.
The way ahead is strange.
How can you think you know me?
How can you be so sure?
If I figure out who I'm gonna be,
I'll give you a guided tour.
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It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness