Who is myself I ask my ‘self’
In search of what is real
Do I have a kind of mind
More than everything I feel
In a super swirl of nervy waves
Dynamic mission gives me vision
A driving force of possibilities
On a lifespan expedition
Could be I’m a thought machine
A fleshy mass of wobble stuff
Clinging on to thinking on
Cracking on when things get rough
All my structures and appendages
Seem to illustrate my core
Playing in my guessing games
Of plans demanding more
In or out my words profess
To unexpectedly make sense
Not reading from a book or script
If not expanding I condense
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