“The world will ask you who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you.” -Carl Jung


Found myself

Here on this rock called earth
Among animals called humans
They gave me a name and a place to stay
A place to call home yet I’m a child of father time and mother nature
I belong to the world
I’m not my name, my religion neither my color
I am a child of the universe and that’s my nature.

I found myself,
Bare but society has clothed me with warm soothing lies
Keeping me from discovering me
I am not what I think I am.
I am not what you think I am.
I am what I think you think I am.
See I’m in a state of limbo.

Found myself here, at birth I was just a bimbo
They jammed my empty head with ideas
Ideas of the world
An a ideal world
A paradise, eutopia!!
They never told me it would be like this, paradise full of parasites
We enslave each other
We feed from the pain of others
We are our own villains, with no superhero in this twisted story

I found myself
Now I try my best
To skip and jump over this potholed road of life
I am a result of order and chaos
Call it delicate entropy
I go through the motions, the seasons and the scenes in my brain
Observing others, observing my mind
I found myself here
With you as you read my thoughts, for you, for me.


“I am not what I think I am. I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.” – Charles Horton Cooley


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