Do I have to be six billion
To be one
Am I better as a manifestation
Of someone
Else’s thoughts
And imagination
I’m a shapeshifter
Desiring to be constant
I am all things
To all men
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There is no me
Or is there?
Who am I gonna be?
Aren’t I supposed to be me?
He, she, we, me
Like a coin dropped
In the drain
I can’t find
it / me
I can’t find myself.
The truth is simply that
I can’t find myself
And no matter how hard I try
I cannot find myself.
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