Be what I think? But I think of being so many things!
I stand in the mirror of my mind,
a thousand reflections, none aligned.
In each thought, I wear a new skin,
so many faces, where do I begin?
I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel.
Emotions come and go like fleeting clouds,
one moment calm, the next in crowds.
Do I crave the warmth or the cold?
Is it peace I seek, or a story untold?
I don’t know what to think or what I am.
Ideas swirl in a constant dance,
should I grasp them, or just take a chance?
Who am I—shadow, thought, or light?
A question unanswered, endless night.
I’m lost in the maze of my own creation,
each choice a door, each step an elation.
But with every path, doubt creeps in,
who I am, where I’ve been... does it begin or end?
Do I know myself or chase a fleeting dream?
What’s real? What’s fantasy in this endless stream?
I think of being so many things,
but each thought fades as the new one sings.
I float, I question, I wonder, I fall,
trying to answer the one question that calls—
Be what I think? But I think of being so many things.
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