Somebody of Me
Not one of the Me's
-But all of the Me's-
All of the different variations of I
-All of the I's in me-
Only one you will see.
Only one that will stop,
While the rest continue on by.
Strangers they'll stay,
Until we morph one day,
When my freedom is ready to fly.
And when all of the different variations of you finally blend, too
-We will be one of a kind-
But until then,
All of your Me's,
And all of my I's,
Stand blindly side by side.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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