They say that it started
With just a single bite
Now it seems I’m self-conscious
And it’s become a fight
Who is this thing?
Who is floating on my surface?
Having all of these thoughts
Thinking “Do I deserve this?”
Am I like the ocean?
That thing’s dark in the deep
And impossible to be delved into
By any swimming sheep
You can’t fathom the depths
And it’s the same with the mind
Some things they stay hidden
(You might as well be blind)
Could I be a denial?
Some kind of creative fabrication?
Am I too scared to face up to me,
And handle the situation?
If only I could know -
But then maybe I can
Could this articulating mind
Belong to an imaginary man?
He thinks he runs the joint
And that it’s all about him
And his body is a slave
To his each and every whim
But wake up my friend
You’re not who you think
The you that you think is you
He’s superficial and he’s never going to sink.
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