The Poetry Of Everything

Things That Shape Me

It is madness,

I suppose,

to be that,

which I am.

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For I am thought,

and yet,

I'm not,

I'm more and less,

than that.

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You can hold me,

see me,

touch me,

for I have weight,

and mass,

and substance.

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But tomorrow,

I'll be,

different,

than I was,

today,

older in,

my gathered time,

but younger in my,

cells.

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I will be changed,

not what I was,

but still,

what,

I will always be,

shaped by what has come,

before,

but still the same,

held by that spark,

residing in my soul,

the thing that,

makes me,

me.