Confusion Poem by Atara Gedalowitz
Confusion
I am what I am because I am, Right?
Or is it because of what I have done? Confusion
The impact I have made?
Is it because of what I have seen and heard?
Of what I have felt?
I have been built block upon block,
memory upon memory,
time upon time,
and yet
I can not know I exist.
The past is intangible,
So is the future,
And the present constantly fades.
So what am I?
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