Where am I?
Here?
No, that is my body.
Where am I?
Am I a soul?
A spirit?
Lost somewhere between existence
And nothingness?
Am I up here
In my mind?
Just a construction of chemicals
And electrical impulses?
Is my brain imagining me?
Or am I imagining my mind?
Am I trapped in this shell?
Or do I own it?
Do I need it to see?
To hear?
To do?
To be with you?
Will I find me
When my body falls?
Will I collect the key
And be set free
From this house I seem to live?
When the time is right, I will be me.
And know me.
And only me.
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Comments
And very similar to a feeling I sometimes get, like
I`m not present, and like everyone around me
are just an imagination :S Very difficult to describe.
Close to your poem in many ways
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